It’s funny looking at that post, because lately I feel as though I am drowning – far from climbing mountains.
The sense of helplessness is incredible, particularly for someone who is used to being so independent and capable. The cleaner couldn’t come last week, and so I found myself sitting in a filthy house and unable to do anything about it. Having a dog and three cats, this is particularly a problem with fur everywhere!
Mick doing the work is just out of the question, as he is already struggling to keep up with full time work, all the cooking, shopping and taking care of me.
I decided to sweep the lounge room floor myself, but had to stop halfway through with my back aching like it hasn’t in ages, difficulty breathing, pounding heart and head and dizziness (I had managed to do about 3 square metres). The most frustrating thing is that now I know I am going to pay for this for at least a week!
Sometimes I feel so alone and useless!
