I've been feeling crappy for weeks now. No energy. Headaches every day. Can't eat much. Feeling nauseated without being preggers. Can't lose weight no matter what I do. Can't concentrate. It pretty much sucks. I know there are people who have it way worse than me, so I really shouldn't be complaining. And I don't think I am. I'm just saying that something isn't right inside this ole body of mine. I'm getting tests and I am just praying that they show something. We shall see.
I'm trying to finish today strong. Laundry calls. School starts next week so I need to spend some time planning our ridiculously ambitious lessons. At least dinner is already made. All I want to do is lie down and watch MI-5, my new obsession.... oh, AND write a post about my appreciation for the pastey-white Englishman.
But I'm a wife and a mom. I can get away with slowing down a little, but I can't stop entirely if, for no other reason than I don't want a bigger mess to clean up when I'm better. The most I can do is beg for God's mercy and put one foot in front of the other.
What is that Elizabeth Elliot quote? "Do the next thing." This shall be my mantra for the rest of the day.