This whole “lead a normal life” regimen is really hard. So far I am mid-transition with my medication which means I am getting the sharp face punches more frequently. The good news is they last a very short time and I am learning to breathe through them.
Still, the only way I can keep on with the normalcy prescription is to just keep moving. The first day I cleaned my entire living space from head to toe, reorganized my files and office, cleaned my son’s space, washed and folded laundry, waked to campus, taught class, then hung out with the kids, doing homework and such until bedtime. Ten o’clock, my chosen bedtime, has never been so happily greeted.
The second day I spent in search of the icky cat pee smell and spent two hours scrubbing hardened cat resin off of various parts of the house where my twelve year old had failed to sweep up spilled litter when changing the catboxes. Afterward I mopped assiduously. For exercise I spent 45 minutes on the exercise bike. Finally, I worked for a few hours, cooked dinner and did dishes before helping the kids with schoolwork, baths, and bedtime.
By the time the third day rolled around I had the hardest time getting moving. Every step seemed a struggle and every action a burden. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and watch t.v. or sleep. Instead, I got up. I got the kids ready for school, made myself breakfast, and did thirty minutes on the exercise bike. I worked, applied for jobs, reviewed my current cases and did laundry. After school I took Marlena to the doctor for a knee injury at school and once home ran errands for her and made sure she was comfortable. When she and Ollie left with their father I did rest some.
I keep thinking that if I just keep busy I will get used to it again. I used to have tons of energy and was able to handle dozens of complicated things every day while still managing to be a good parent. I even did this with migraines. Heck, I’ve had ’em since I was 12, so learning to cope with them was a necessity. I succeeded through law school with more than 16 headache days a month and a small child.
Still, despite the prescription to just keep moving, I can feel the tiredness pouring from my body. It’s inclination to lie down and sleep is powerful, fed in part by the three or four different medications I am on that cause drowsiness. At this point, it’s sheer will, stubborness, and the love of those around me that keeps me going on this new lifestyle change.