I hear about “pacing yourself” all the time. The Doctor’s suggest it, other Spoonies swear by it, it’s offered as a key to success on Social Media; but I’ve just never found it to be helpful.
I spend too much time on the couch, although these days, I’m grateful it’s no longer bed. So for me, anytime I have the strength or capability to get off the couch, I do so running. (okay, maybe not running, maybe more like a slow, clumsy limp)
Today was a classic example of that. My morning pain meds kicked in and I had all sorts of aspirations and goals for today. I managed to get a couple things done, like throw dinner in the crock pot and de-clutter the kitchen island, but once I got in the shower, all bets and goals, were off. I’ve been on the couch ever since accomplishing a shower. (Dysautonomia sucks)
So, I had approximately two productive hours in my day today. I really wish it had been a productive four hours, but I guess I’ll be happy with two.
While the recommendations to pace yourself are certainly well meant, I have found that I never gain anything from doing so. I spend countless hours here on the couch “resting” or recovering or incapable of doing anything. So to me, to sit and rest when I’m finally feeling okay is impossible.
Now I’m sure many people find that they need to pace themselves so they don’t flare or exhaust themselves. But for me, I am constantly tired and in pain. Flares have no predictability; other than after tremendously stressful situations. In the seven years that I have been sick I have never found a way to head off a flare or the exhaustion and pain.
So when I can, I run with my capability. They’ll be plenty of time sitting on the couch to recover. Like now.
p.s. Like my Schnauzer’s nose in the pic? The dogs love that I’m always on the couch. As for the Lion(s), he belongs outside. He just doesn’t like the cold, so he’ll be here inside with us until Spring.