
photo credit: Martin Lopatka
Today I am not well. My body is yelling at me to rest. My legs are aching as if they’ve been punched by a tribe of angry pygmies. It is the familiar ache of chronic fatigue/fibromyalgia that is creeping its way back at the end of an exhausting year.
2011 sucked – for everyone. It started badly and got worse. Most everyone I know lost something or someone in all the natural disasters that occurred. Businesses went broke, we all went further into debt just to buy petrol and groceries whose prices soared throughout the year. We worked harder than usual because there was more to do in the same amount of time.
I spent 12 hours a day away from my family and home to make a living that doesn’t meet the ends and now my body, having tasted the rest I have given it for the past two weeks on holidays, is yelling at me to stay down, don’t get up – but like Rocky, I have no choice. I have to get up, I have three kids (almost 2 as one has left school this year) to house and feed and support – failure is not an option.
But as my legs ache, and my hopelessness grows about the prospect of returning to those 12 hour days of work and travel in two more weeks, I do not know, cannot fathom, how I am going to do it.
Carry on.







