It has been a while since I had that long episode. During the first day I was living on the water only. On the second day I ate a small portion of oatmeal with fruits. On the 3rd day in the late afternoon I could eat again without risk of vomiting. So I started to eat, slowly and gently at first, but I ended staying up late, because I was so hungry and sore from almost 3 day in bed. And of course my sleeping schedule ceased to exist after that. I was laying in bed trying to sleep until around 7 am, only then I became so tired I could fall asleep. I woke up at 11.30 roughly, feeling very weak, but surprisingly good. But I know my body was deceiving me, I know how long it takes to recover from long episode, and it surely isn’t one night! I did self check upon waking – only 5 spoons for today, not much to spend. And it’s elections day, I need to go somewhere and vote. So I spent one spoon on getting up and just the usual hygiene stuff – with whole body in pain it’s more expensive. I was surprised that I remembered my new face care routine. Then easy breakfast, as I need to save the spoons – nice portion of oatmeal with fruits and a mug of coffee. I deserve to treat myself after such horrible time. My spine aches seriously today – my left hand goes numb at times, oh well, I’ll do physio exercises if I’ll have spoons left later. The general pain I’d rate as π – low, but never ending. So far, so good, I decided to treat myself even more and done a nice make up – the first time in months. I went out, my nearest voting place was located in school, huge, overwhelming crowd – but it was also good – showing that people finally do care. Another spoon gone. I decided that weather is OK and I need a bit of walk and fresh air after 3 days in bed, so I did. So I walked, and walked some more, not even looking around, being, as usual, in my head. That’s what I do when I have a difficult choice to make – I take phone, headphones, bottle of water, powerbank and comfortable shoes and I walk. At some point I realised that my feet are sore and I’m starving, I checked the watch – almost 8 kilometres! Yeah, 2 spoons did – puff! That’s all folks with being gentle to myself today. I took the tram back home. My legs are made of bricks now, or concrete. It’s difficult to take a few more steps now. But now I’m back home, the cat is laying on me and gently purring and I’m thinking. I still need to do some things – measure feet for the winter shoes, prepare mentally for the working week, go out again, as I noticed that I used the last remains of the tea and I forgot to buy it on the way. And I need to wash my hair. It all will cost more than one spoon, and I have nothing spare from the past days. Maybe I’ll be able to go to sleep earlier to get more tomorrow, but I doubt it already – most probably I’ll be waiting for some elections results.
