I did too much yesterday.
Way too much.
I went grocery shopping (with help). We needed to get a LOT of items. I was determined to try doing it by myself... but I couldn't use my wheelchair. How would I push a cart? And the grocery store I tend to frequent only has one of those power chairs with an attached cart - plus the cart was way too small.
So I used a big cart as my cane. (Sometimes I even put my weight on the cart and push with one foot down the aisle... like a scooter or a skateboard... then switch for the next aisle. I am a child. But it saves my hips).
I had told my hubby that I was going, but he wasn't home from work yet. Knowing my stubbornness, and also knowing that I would falter, he showed up at the store to help me with the last half of the groceries. I made it to about the baking aisle before I reeeeally needed his help. Then I had to let him take the lead.
I also did a fairly intense yoga session yesterday when I woke up to get the blood flowing and my joints moving.
Now today is a recharge day.
I feel awful.
But I knew it would be. Grocery shopping is always crash-inducing, unless I use the wheelchair and someone else pushes the cart.
Easy day today.