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Monday 26th January 2026 - Consequences Taste Like Regret

A woman with bright red hair lies on her side in bed facing away from the camera. She is clearly exhausted, surrounded by pillows and blankets in various shades of grey and blue. A mackerel cat lies contentedly behind her, half under the duvet, eyes half-closed in that smug way cats have when they know they're providing essential medical services. The person's face shows the particular kind of knackered that comes from chronic illness flare-ups. The scene captures that classic spoonie survival mode: horizontal, cat-accompanied, and definitely not moving anytime soon.

Right then.

Guess who did too much on Saturday, sorting Paul’s birthday games night and is now suffering the consequences? *tries to raise hand sheepishly, just gives the finger instead*

Guess who feels bloody awful, and has lost days, and is in so much pain, and feels spectacularly stupid for aggravating my Ellyllons - who are now punishing me like I’ve personally insulted their tiny mythological ancestors? *tries to raise both hands, gives two fingers*

Well, that about sums up my relationship with my body right now, doesn’t it?

I could cry. Actually, I might have done. Can’t quite remember through the brain fog, and the hours of blackout sleep due to exhaustion, which tells you everything you need to know, really. The Ellyllons have clearly decided that “consequences” was too gentle a word. They’ve gone full scorched earth policy on my arse.

Saturday Sha made plans. Sunday Sha is discovering what Past Sha’s crimes taste like. Spoiler: they taste like regret and cod liver oil

Three Good Things:

  1. Paul had a great night (even if I’m now cosplaying as a human-shaped pile of suffering)
  2. New games were played and lost - though let’s be honest, my body’s currently winning the “who can make Sha feel most pathetic” game.
  3. I’m still here, still breathing, still somehow not murdered my Ellyllons despite them absolutely deserving it.

Today’s Mantra:
“Rest is not failure. Recovery is progress. My Ellyllons can fuck right off, but I’ll give them what they need anyway because apparently I’m the bigger person here.”

Some days, surviving is enough, bab. Yesterday and today is one of those days. Tomorrow and the next might be too. We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.

#ChronicIllness #FND #Fibromyalgia #MECFS #WheelyHappyDays #RestIsNotFailure #KOKO #SpoonieLife #PacingFail #EllyllonRevenge #SaturdayShaMadeATerribleMistake #SundayShaPays