I had an amazing week! My roommate's Mom came to stay with us for eight days, and we had a blast. My roommate was a good friend with my younger brother when we were growing up, so she's been in my life for over 20 years. And I was worried about my current symptoms, they've been so prevalent and disrupting during the last year.
But I was strong. I walked without a cane. We went to the coast and walked in the sand. We went to the Saturday market via train and walked 3 miles. We went to the Rose garden and walked for hours. And I made it through. We crossed off every item she had on her bucket list and made so many good memories. It was amazing!
But I could feel it creeping back in the last few days, the wobbles and the fatigue. I fought it hard to make it through the end of her trip. And fought even harder to make it through the end of my work week.
And here I am now on Saturday, almost unable to move, exhausted, spent half the day in bed, and just done. The muscles are all trembling and I am so very tired. I knew that I would have a rebound, it's inevitable with how hard I pushed myself, but it's not fun. I'll pick myself up by Monday... it's hard though.
I had a point to this story, I promise you that I did, but I can't remember it now. Silly brain not wanting to cooperate. So I'll leave it with this: I would love to hear some of your stories. Any of you deal with the rebound? And do you have any tips or tricks to make it through?
Much love ππ