On November 18th I felt pretty good!! Great maybe I am ready to go back to work!!!! I promise I will go slow!!!!
My dept. supervisor knows that I will only work 4 hours, and slowly. I was given a light caseload. I was so happy to be at the hospital!! I missed my co-workers so much. I missed being a part of society. I crave being a part of a group.
I worked 5 hours, I walked all over the hospital form one tower to the other. By the days end, I was so tired. I was exhausted. I got to my car. I was not able to start driving right away. I needed rest before driving. I leaned back in the seat for 3o minutes before I drove home. I got home and then I went to sleep.
My husband had left for Hong Kong the evening before. I had promised that I would be home, relaxing, not getting over-tired. But by the looks of things, I broke the promise.
I was over-exhausted I slept 17 hours. My fever was high, my joints ached and I cried because of the pain. My muscles ached so badly I could not lift my arms to brush my teeth. I sat on the bed and cried. I prayed. What disease do I have? Why don’t I get better?
I was so sick. I contemplated going to the hospital because I felt so ill. But I knew nothing would be done.