Ran out of spoons
My life, nowadays:
I have to go to my sister’s today to fix her printer.
Shower. Get dressed. Pack up backpack with stuff I might need. Put stuff in car. Drive to her house. Fix printer. Drive home.
It doesn’t help that I don’t know how many spoons I am starting with.
That’s way too many things. Some of these things cost more than one spoon too.
That’s too many things? Sounds like a pretty light day for a functioning adult. Or is that the point?
It’s the point. People who suffer from chronic illness, mental or physical often have days where they can’t handle all those tasks. Look up Spoon Theory
We’ve hit a loop.
It seems so!
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Thank you for this.
You’re very welcome! It’s been very helpful for me and other people I know and I hope the same for you! 🫶
Now how to explain I only have one old bent out of shape spoon…
Twenty minutes ago, I described to my wife why I need things to be in their place in the house. I only have so much energy in the day to get things done. Often the amount of things to get done is around my daily spoon limit. If I have to go looking for things, I spend a spoon. And in the case that I need to push myself, like taking care of the sick boy in addition to finish grooming the dog, I have to borrow spoons from tomorrow. Except the cost is not one to one. And so I have to be careful about where I spend my spoons and when I push myself.
Sometimes the hit is worth it though. And it pays in some currency that’s not spoons.
Thank you.
Reject fox.
Return to snake.
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I’m sorry to hear that
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I think you need a big hug, a nice cup of tea and some time to sleep. Tomorrow is indeed going to be different than today. Talking about feelings sucks but it helps. Take care
Not sure if you’re talking to me or the fox but thank you.
Yes.
I have a few conditions that affect my spoon usage, like autism/ADHD and mild chronic fatigue. But I’m also pregnant, which means every day I put N+1 spoons into the “avoid nausea” drawer, and there’s a steadily increasing multiplier on any activity that means I have to walk places. Lately being vertical too long costs a bit o spoon.
All this to say that yesterday my husband sent me this comic and I immediately replied “that’s me”.
(A good percentage of his messages to me consist of Foxes in Love comics, and they are ALWAYS incredibly accurate)
They don’t have legs no wonder they can’t run
I feel this probably more than I should.
You are not alone.
🎵 I am here with you 🎵
Life with ME/CFS .
The last frame could have been better.
I’ll be sure to let the artist know.
Thank you.
Be sure to check in tomorrow to see if it improved.
The last panel or the artist?
Yes.
