I tend to view my energy and painlessness as a bank account of some sort. There is only so much of either. My ex used to get so mad at me if I would go for a walk or go sit at the beach and not do the dishes. I would always tell him that I knew I could do one thing before my pain would be out of control, so did I want to do something enjoyable or fold all the clothes? He seemed to think that if I could do one I could do the other. (This doesn't mean that I wouldn't take care of the house... but sometimes you have to pick and choose or you will be miserable.)

And if there is something that I really really want to do, I will rest up beforehand, take meds preventatively, and be ok with being worse off the next day. I call these my "Disneyland days"- as in Disneyland is so worth the next day pains.

There was one day when I was in high school that it snowed here in SoCal. Really snowed. And I knew that the next day would hurt like crazy, but I ditched school with my friends and went and played in the snow. The next day was not so fun, but I don't remember that day. I remember playing in the snow with my friends and having literally one of the best days of my life.

Lynns