Saturday, 25 August 2012
I'm exhausted. My ankles are already killing me, and I've barely stood up.
I've likened lupus fatigue to being like an ordinary person doing a marathon without training. That's how I feel - and I haven't done anything at all. In fact, I had a good night's sleep.
There's only one thing to do. Go back to bed. Hopefully, when I wake up again, I'll have the energy to do some of the actual work that's been building up all week.