Some days I have nothing left. They sneak up, seemingly without reason.
The several days previously I’d been fine for most of the day. Five PM is when I always run out of steam these days, but until then I was good.
But yesterday I woke up with no energy. I felt like a stuffed animal with the stuffing kicked out of it. I sat around wondering what to do with myself. I wasn’t sleepy – didn’t want to nap. Didn’t want to read or watch TV. Couldn’t face doing chores. Didn’t feel particularly depressed, just exhausted.
There was no reason. I slept okay. I hadn’t any alcohol or sleeping pills the night before to slow me down. I hadn’t overdone the day before. There hadn’t been any catastrophes to deal with, no falls, no choking.
I was just completely washed out, my body just drooped. I helped Larry the best I could. I tried to nap but couldn’t. I left all the chores for another day.
Someone who had been a caregiver to her husband with Parkinson’s Disease said to me “you won’t realize how tired you are now until this is over.”