Not thirsty

It’s hard to drink lots of fluids when I’m not thirsty. I drink as much as I can, but it just makes me queasy.

I was sitting here thinking about this week. If I didn’t have a dog, I would hardly get out of bed. I haven’t been very hungry most of the week and my energy level is zilch. Just now I let Zeke out and I had a heck of a time getting back in the house. The elevation change between the porch and door almost did me in. I busted out in tears because I couldn’t lift my feet and when I tried pulling myself through the door with my arms, they gave out.

I got in the house and my left knee buckled under me, sending me like a drunken sailor, careening across the living room and tripping on every cord along the way. I am discouraged. I have not done the dishes this week. I wanted to vacuum, but I took out the old vacuum bag and put in a new one and I’m too weak to put the cover back on. My square foot garden bed is sitting there without the grid nailed together and unplanted because I can’t find my hammer. I doubt if I could pound in the nails anyways.

Obviously I’m not too dehydrated…I have just enough tears to cry about it. They are awful darn thick, though. I am absolutely having an Oh Poor Me day. Sob…sniffle….