Spent today working on the shelter for the turkeys. You can see pics in the blog at Scruffyzines. After everything was done, I stood back and wondered how on earth I could possibly be so exhausted. There really wasn’t that much to do: cut branches, bailing twine the boards, haul a couple pieces of plywood.
I felt like a wimp afterwards, and then I remembered the magic word – “dystonia.” My thoughtful sidekick and companion. (pause) It’s nice to have an excuse for stuff, other than saying, “I’m over 50. I’m supposed to feel this way.” LOL
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Hi..over 60 here and MS....excuse me too!
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