My wife is in house-cleaning mode today, so I decide to keep myself out of the way by cleaning her car. Hers is only a small hatchback (a Seat Ibiza Mk3) but by the time I’ve washed and polished it, I’m fit to drop. It’s something that I never seem to learn – not overdoing things. I’m well aware that I tire much more quickly than I used to, and also that everything is twice the effort (at least) that it was before Parkinson’s, but still I behave as if nothing has changed, and I’ll pay the price for that over the next two or three days.
This afternoon my wife suggests going into Norwich to do some shopping. I feel the need to get out of the house for a while, so off to Norwich we go. I’m so fatigued that I find walking around the shops a real strain, so spend most of the time sitting down (wherever I can) while my wife searches for what she wants. I’m relieved when it’s all over and we return to the car to drive back home.
I’ve seldom felt this wiped out, so I really do need to give myself some time to recover. An early night tonight and a day of rest tomorrow should go some way to doing just that.