The other night a friend asked me how many of the 24 hours in a day I rest to which I replied ’20’. Thinking more about it I think recently that was an understatement and it’s currently more like 23 with the final hour made up of cooking, going to the loo, getting ready for bed etc.
I may have the odd day where i sort and hang out the washing, go shopping, walk the dog etc but these are only on days i feel up to it.
I’m currently dealing with an arthritis flare up affecting my ankles, knees and wrists so resting is high on my to do list.
Today I woke at 9am and by 11am had fallen back to sleep on the sofa and slept for 3 hours.
Chronic illness means you need rest and pain makes it even more necessary, so that’s what I’m doing and what so many others have to do.
We would love to work but can’t, we would love to socialise more but can’t, we would love to do more in life but can’t.
So don’t feel sorry for us but also don’t judge us.
How Rare? 