Every now and then I try to take on too much (“too much” in this scenario meaning, like, make a phone call, or attend a doctor’s appointment in a reclining wheelchair, or have a quick visit with a friend who has to let themselves into my house because I’m stuck lying on the couch), and after the resulting crash, I tell myself that clearly I need to pace a little better, and take a little more rest time, and not agree to even little things too close together.
And I rest. And I feel a little better. And then I start to think that maybe my condition is improving. And that maybe now I could surely handle a quick visit with a friend.
I am an idiot.