Usually by the end of the day, you will find me resting in my recliner rocker or in bed. Especially when I have a fibromyalgia flare or a bad day with breathing difficulties.
Apart from the usual taunts such as "but you don't look sick" and the need to validate my need for rest, I find that the latest taunt is "you are so lazy!"
But appearances can be deceiving. If I were truly lazy I wouldn't even be resting or pacing myself in order to do a household task or cook a meal. I wouldn't even be entertaining the thought of cleaning or cooking.
People presuming to know my situation are often getting it all wrong. And it used to hurt. But these days, I have decided to let it run off my back like water off a duck.
I no longer let those unkind remarks get to me... Chris and I know the truth and that's all that matters.
Like looking well when I feel like death warmed over, resting to enable a task to be done does not mean I am indolent or don't care about my husband or my home.
Taking care of myself in order to take care of others may appear selfish. But nothing can be further from the truth: I am not lazy!
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