Today I started the day with a workout at the gym. Felt I needed to spend some quality time working on my body in order to appreciate the new clothes I have purchased. It was exhausting, but worth every minute of the three and a half hours I spent there. Nothing as wonderful as a long hot sauna after weight training. It relaxes the muscles as nicely as a deep massage.

Later in the day, I headed over to my friends house to help her go get a table and chair set. I had to remove the bench seats from her van so they could fit. That was not easy to do by myself. We just made it back in time to pick up the kids from daycare and took them to the mall to get a toy before heading home. Since the van was still full of furniture, I waited until they fell asleep before going to unload. Late at night, in the dim light, I stuggled to bring the table and chairs in to the house. Then the hard part was to put the heavy bench seats back into the van. Of course, they were only about 50 feet away on the porch. Nothing as enjoyable as carrying a 100 lb seat down stairs to the van and installing in the dark.

Now a little compassion would go a long way, but she was rather blunt about my weiry look. Since I collapsed in the chair and was breathing hard, she thought I needed an ambulance and threatened to call one. I assured her I was just physically wiped and needed to rest a while. She pushed and inquired, until I admitted my disability to her. An autoimmune disease called Myasthenia Gravis, a rapid weakening of the muscles. It affects my vision and voice as well. She told me I should not have done the work I did, and that is frightened her. I assured her I just needed to sit and rest a bit.

She told me to go home and sleep. She does not remember how weak she was just a couple of weeks ago when she was sick. At that time, I told her she now knows how I feel every day. Just that she has forgotten what I told her already. I left quietly and said nothing. Why do I put up with so much. She openly told me she thought nothing of my work tonight, since the abusive father of her kids had been a very strong guy, and could do all I did without even breathing heavy. What a horrible comparison to make. I felt like crap and left.