I'm having a spell of that right now. I'm calling it a spell because my husband insists that's what it is and I did feel great for several weeks earlier in the summer. But truthfully I am starting to think this is simply how I am going to be for the rest of my life. I want to go out and about and socialise but I just don't feel up to it much. So then that "life is passing me by" thought comes along and makes me feel even worse. I have tried several times today to get up and get moving, I'm bored to pieces in bed, but when I get going I'm so exhausted I retreat back to my room. I am recovering from a sore throat and a reaction to the antibiotics, so the exhaustion is probably justified. But I am so fed up with the lot of this!
