My plans went awry alright. Even now as a + person for over a decade, I sometimes still have trouble making plans as such. I still see in my mind what a normal person my age could do, my efforts to meet these achievements often leave me frustrated & exhausted.
I'm not frustrated today, but I am very winded. The shrubs in the yard needed a serious whacking & a whacking they got. They look like a blind barber gave them a splotchy high & tight. I'm OK with that though, the bushes will fill back out over Summer, only to need another whacking in the Fall.
There are several clusters in the yard & I'd planned for 3 days of whacking & a day of clearing the mess. But I got ambitious today & thought I can do more. Hah! I didn't even try. I figured the bushes in the backyard would take me about 30 minutes. Here comes the mouse plans. The wicked Virginia Creeper has attempted a come back, nasty stuff. It doubled my time to get through the backyard.
Then the exhaustion hit. There are many things about HIV I hate, like the diarrhea & alopecia. But, I think I may hate the unpredictable fatigue more than anything. I was going OK. I knew I wasn't going to do anymore, I'd just finish what I had & take the tools inside for the day. Didn't happen. I nearly dropped like a rock. I had to go in & get my roomie to retrieve the tools. Again HIV has screwed with my plans. Hopefully tomorrow will go better.
Cya...
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