Doing even less.

I had a really bad night with pains and waking up from sleeping limbs. I felt quite upset all night, thinking 'Frell, I haven't gotten anywhere in the past year!'. It took a lot of energy and time to get out of bed, to make my tea, walk my morning-walk, eat my morning banana. It seems I have a pretty bad (for me) case of RA in my hips. Despite the painkillers and anti-inflammatories it still hurts and walking Nano has become a major chore (but I still did it myself!). TG came over and did my laundry and cleaned up the kitchen a bit. He also fought with my hoover and then hoovered the living-room. I still didn't feel so fabulous, because I couldn't do those things myself, and then I came across Michael Nobbs' latest post where he talks about how doing a little often does make you achieve things.

I realised that in the past year:
* I did get that desk cleared out in little steps at a time.
* I did figure out what foods do work, and which don't, mostly. (yay for cheesefondue)
* I did also manage to feed myself properly enough to not have my weight bounce up and down too much
* I did walk Nano almost every time myself, not only giving her a little exercise but also myself.
* I did crochet a few little dolls and a scarf.

I still have this nagging feeling that I could do more, that I should do more, however, I also know that that nagging feeling should just shut up. I should do what makes me happy, what keeps me healthy (well, as healthy as possible) and I should do what feels right.
And slowly, I'll achieve things. It might take ages, especially with a flare like this in between, but I'll achieve wonderful things.

If I actually could make a fist right now, I'd probably shake it at a virtually enemy. But I can't, so I'll just say 'Take that, virtual enemy!'