I've been trying to identify my baseline activity level, how much I can do before I'm tired but not overly so. That way, I can stop before totally wiping out. So far, the magic number is eluding me.
An hour and a half at my desk this morning rendered me completely useless for the rest of the day. I expected the knee to be stiff after sitting, but the exhaustion surprised me. I think this is the toughest part of recovery for me, not the pain or stiffness.
I admit it gets me down. Normally, I would have no trouble with resting a lot and accepting that I can't get much done in a day. But I am so behind in paperwork and the responsibilities of managing my parents' care and finances, that it is distressing not to be able to make headway with it. Many of the things that I need to do are time sensitive and already late. Some of them involve the IRS, so I can't just ignore them. I hired an accountant to take the burden of managing my mother's many caregivers' earnings this summer while we went through the process of finding and moving to our new home. I'm sure it will help eventually, but so far it hasn't made much of a difference.
May I whine some more? When I saw the writing on the wall last spring, that taking care of my parents was a constantly growing job and that my husband has health problems that may require me to be his caregiver at some point, I knew that I needed to get my knee replaced as soon as possible and we needed to move into a different house. What really gets me down is that events keep overtaking me. I was hoping to move house and recover from surgery in time to be better able to handle things, but things keep happening before I can catch up with them. Life feels like a grind. I'd like to lighten it with friends and making music, but I don't have the energy. I have dinner plans with a good friend on Thursday and worry that I'll have to cancel.