Diary of a chronically exhausted vicar. Part 2

I slept for the three days I was ordered to rest. Took it easy on the return to work for two days. Then Sunday I preached twice, and was pretty tired, but not as ill and unsteady on my feet as I had been the previous Sunday after the two services.

I got myself some takeaway for lunch. I think part of what I like about that particular one is the going for a drive to get it. Not a long drive. 15 minutes each way, but it's kind of nice to take a bit longer to get home after church, letting go time or something.

Ate my takeaway watching netball. I miss playing netball, but watching the top flight players doesn't make me sad for what I miss because as a casual social player, I am not in their league at all!

Chatted with family on skype for Mother's Day, which was lovely, but they all seemed as tired as me, which is saying something.

Then I was at an ecumenical church service for the World Council of Churches' Week of Prayer for Christian Unity. I was reading the gospel. Part of me knew it was probably not exactly what I needed in the midst of this latest episode of extreme exhaustion, but I had committed, and I felt able enough to keep the commitment. The extravert side of me enjoyed the outing, networking with fellow ministers, meeting some I'd not yet met. And as a biblical storyteller, I relish any opportunity to 'animate' the biblical story (that's not my word, but the word of the Catholic Archbishop of Canberra after the service: she didn't proclaim the gospel, she animated it!)

I was tired Monday, but pressed on with collecting a parcel and some groceries from the local shops, filling the car with petrol, and finding my way to a nearby shopping centre where the optometrist I'd booked to see is located. I wandered slowly through the centre to find the optometrist, and with five minutes to spare, popped into a nearby clothes shop to look at dresses. I won't have the time or the energy to make the dress I planned to sew for my graduation after all. Sometimes you have to be realistic. Found a couple, set them aside to try after the appointment.

I did try them on, and the second one fit nicely, was comfy, reasonably kind to my curves which I try not to hate (so much medical hoo hah over the years has transformed a once skinny kid into a renaissance woman as much in body shape as in eclectic interests), and pretty. It will pick up one of the colours in the Agnew tartan scarf I plan to wear (compromise because I was going to the dress I was planning to sew was to have a skirt in the tartan). I bought it. It made me feel happy.

new things for house
expression of joy
I bought a fruit smoothie. Then I bought a few things for the house I'd been looking for. Then I was tired so I went home, put the new things in their place, and still managed to water the garden and bring in the washing from the line.

By Tuesday I thought I had probably overdone it the past two days, so I've been going at a reasonably slow pace this week, not pressing, but gently moving even so. For dishes don't wash themselves, and sermons won't write themselves either.

But I wanted to mention the optometrist visit in particular, for in the midst of all this challenging health stuff at present, I received a glowing report from the eye doctor. My eyes are becoming marginally more short sighted, but the current prescription for reading glasses needs no adjustment, and the slight increase in the long distance glasses could have been postponed if I wanted. I was ready for new frames, so I've got the new prescription. The better news is with the photos of my eyes, the optometrist was pleased to report they are healthy, no macular degeneration, no problems at all. Yay! A good health report so very welcome as they are few and far between.


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