I watch Mr H wander off to fill the watering cans from the water trough; the water splashes as he expectantly plonks the full cans down beside me:
With a cough I remind him I am not doing anything; my energy cans are empty.
Well... I will pick the ripe strawberries peeking from under their net and snap at the growing vegetables.
Back home I research 'empty watering cans' and come across the Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino. I too am a Spoonie and today I have run out of spoons.
Christines' theory is a simple analogy describing spoons as a unit of energy. She suggests that most people, particularly the young, start the day with an unlimited amount of spoons hence the energy to do what they desire! People with a chronic illness have to plan each day on the basis of how many spoons they wake with; each activity in the day will cost a spoon; showering, dressing, breakfast and so on. Activities have to be tailored accordingly.
At the moment I am changing my epilepsy drugs so my spoon allocation each day is low. Today I woke with ten spoons and have used nine before we went to the allotment; hence my 'idleness' and joy at the sight of my deckchair...
By the way Mr H and I are starting a UK Allotment Holders version of 'Attraction' This years Britain's Got Talent Winners!!