Ok guys; really, in a match between me and my fitted sheet, the sheet wins every time. Tap. Tap.
I'm really not joking though, I sustain an injury everytime I put on a fitted sheet. I'm not sure why this is so hard for me but it maxes out my tolerance. I get sweaty and shaky and dizzy and my muscles feel all wobbly.
Seriously it's exhausting and I am always surprised by the amount of exertion it takes for me to do this one "simple" chore. Even on days when I feel like I'm doing moderately well; sheets will still slay me. On more than one occasion I have actually burst into frustrated tears. Sheets, people!
It's the little insignificant details of living that as a healthy person I always took for granted. Another measure of the huge gap between healthy and chronically ill.