Why must I always push my limits?
I even know for the most part where my limits are. I've been at this for awhile, and I thought I was getting pretty good at it.
I thought wrong (haha, as per usual).
Scene: My boyfriend's birthday party.
Situation: Felt an onset of crippling fatigue after a week of reasonably decent health.
Solution: Decided to try and drink my problems away, assuming the one of few occasions a year when I consume alcohol would break me out of my rut.
Ending: Not pretty.
Now I will proceed to lay entirely still for most of the weekend as the muscle weakness in my legs is super high.
I am so S-M-R-T.