I have a friend I grew up with who used to say (probably still does) getting up used to ruin his whole day. Well, my Dad said that, too -- I wonder now who was bouncing off whose humor?? I know the reason for the ruination of Johnny's day: when you get up, you are defying gravity. That's a load of work!

Post stroke, sometimes when I wake up and am still lying in bed, I feel great. I just know this is going to be a good day. I feel I can do all the things I want to accomplish this day. My mind generates a whole big list of things I can do to make this a great day and feel that sense of accomplishment when I am ready to go to bed later that night.

Then, I stand up. Reality sets in. My body has lost its energy. The weird sensations that I can't describe come to the forefront full steam ahead. Don't you just hate when that happens???? :Tantrum:

Some days, I lie in bed and let my imagination run wild on all the things I can accomplish that day. By the time I am finished w/ my imagining, I'm exhausted! Using one's imagination can be exhausting! Well, OK, my laziness is seeping in...