Can I join in for a vent please? It’s very much a first-world problem, I do apologise.
I’m on holiday in Europe for a big birthday. We’ve stayed in 5 different cities over 3 weeks, and I’m crashing so badly (Mecfs). I haven’t moved out of bed for half of it. I’m in so much pain and completely wrung out. I’ve tried really hard to pace but I’ve really overdone it.
I feel unbelievably guilty because DH has been sorting this trip for the past year, organising all kinds of lovely things for me and it’s been such a waste. He’s a complete treasure. Our DCs are flying out today for the weekend to spend my actual birthday with me, and I just don’t feel up to doing anything. I just want to sleep but I can’t because I’m in too much pain.
I’m so angry because we tried really hard to prepare for this. I’ve been resting for weeks now, we’ve moved mountains to make sure this didn’t happen and it’s made no difference.
It feels like it’s cemented the fact that I am actually fucked. And not only that, now I am officially old and fucked! 🥳