Fatigue
I was dead on my feet and I still kept moving. Dead. Still breathing but dead. No real thoughts. Didn’t have a smile. I knew I was breathing and my eyes blinked but still… dead. Still moving. Still tending, still doing what’s required but no rest. That is fatigue. Have you ever been there?
When I’m taking care of some emergency I have no idea why I am dragging the way I am, and I just keep taking care. Then something happens… I do some very weird thing. At that moment, I realize that I need to stop the doing at least for a while.
When my mother was in her final illness, I was staying at the hospital with her at night. I’d come home long enough to take a shower and change clothes, teach piano and then I’d go back. I think it was maybe day twelve of this… I came home, jumped in the shower, finished and started to wipe down the shower walls. I’m doing this and doing this and no progress. I’m thinking, “What the heck!” Then it dawns on me… I