Predicting Life from the Sidelines

This is a very bad day today.  I managed to post about some news I learned yesterday, but I did so in my other blog.   And yes, I'm still attempting to post in my blogs by relevance.  Still, there will always be overlapping posts.  Having said that, let me say... I feel like crap today.  I really, really do.  I've had some success with drinking more coffee (hey, whatever works!) until today.  Today, I don't think all the caffein in the world will help.  Dammit.

One more cup; this is how I get through the morning.  I love coffee, don't get me wrong, but I certainly don't want it to be the reason I'm sitting upright each day.  Well, I guess today will be the day when I say coffee WON'T be the reason I'm upright, because it's just not working right now.  I have a feeling I'm edging towards being a limp noodle with the jitters.  Dammit again.

I sit here and feel like sliding off the chair onto the floor in a giant puddle of 'screw it.'  But I can't really allow that to happen, now, can I?  And yet I knew, as I always do, the moment I sat up in bed that today was going to suck to the highest possible power of suckiness.  I want so badly to go back to bed, to lay down, to sleep... to just not have to use my muscles to sit upright.. or walk.. or even stand.

I'm sitting on the sidelines of my own life, trying to predict from one day to the next, one hour to the next how much 'life' I will actually have at any given moment.  My body isn't predictable.  What I do or not do today can, and usually does, affect what happens tomorrow, or a few tomorrows.  If I overdo things, I pay for it.  And when I don't, I still end up paying a price for something I didn't even know I was or wasn't doing.  So what's the point, right?  How in the hell am I supposed to know what to do, what not to do, when doing nothing sometimes is just as bad as doing anything?

I'm really not making much sense here.

I've managed to get out of bed, so there's that.

Dammit.