It only takes me one hour of cleaning house or doing laundry or any chore until I am exhausted and sweating buckets. And this does not even begin to describe it. I am so weak I feel like my legs are gonna collapse underneath me. The sweating is not from being over heated, it is from over exertion and extreme exhaustion. I can only clean one room a day. And by the time the week is over and I go back too the first room, it doesnt look It has been cleaned in weeks. I feel like I never get anything accomplished this way. Like my house is always dirty. I feel like a failure.
I have fallen three times in the last week. I dont have the energy to wash my hair every day anymore. I could go on. And on. I know I should be thankful for the fact that I am not in kidney or heart failure yet. I am aware that things could be worse. But I am tired of struggling every single day. I just want one good day. Just one. I am tired of the doctors appointments and medications and shots! I am tired of trying to act like I am fine and give off this persona of being "normal" to anyone who is not family.
I wanted this blog to be inspirational when I first started it. But here's the thing. There is nothing inspirational about this disease right now. This is real. This is true. This is my life. And the only way to raise awareness is to start being real with everyone all of the time. Whether they want the reality or are ready for the reality. I have had this nasty disease for 15 years, and only about 75% of the people that know me even knew I had it. I have been ashamed and afraid of what people would think. I didnt want the pity and I didnt want to be treated like I was less of a person. There comes a time when you cant hide it anymore. It's inevitable, it's unavoidable.