You’re recovering from driving 17 hours over 2 days to spend 14 hours at a 2-day women’s conference, but you still had to call your husband so he could remind you that, “No, as a matter of fact you are NOT allowed to vacuum the entire house”, because your big fat lying fibromyalgia brain is insisting that not only is that a completely rational, but completely necessary, thing to do.
(Rest easy; this trip happened last summer. I only now re-discovered this post in my unpublished drafts folder.)