Definitely frustrating.

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Even knowing my condition is a physical health issue doesn't change the fact that when failure occurs it is frustrating. Exhaustion and incapacity are plaguing me. Sure, a bit of this and that goes on, but nothing close to what I had hoped to do. And, here I sit. Actually, I am about ready for a nap. I don't really have a lot of choice in the matter, either. It's like using a flashlight. You might want it to shine, but as the batteries die you get less and less light until it just fails. My batteries are dying.

Oh, something I forgot to mention before. My weight has jumped. I went from 264 to 295 in about two to three months. I am not retaining water, and this last bit of the jump I haven't even been eating much. Who knows. I did stop functioning, maybe that was enough to pack on pounds somehow. I hadn't noticed it. I asked the missionaries if I look 30 pounds heavier, but they didn't think so. Ah well. Of course I have suggested I can gain and lose 30 to 50 pounds in a very short period of time. I guess this is just more proof.

Nap time. Later.