Last week I expended a huge amount of energy and subsequently crashed on the other side. And why did I do this? Why after such steely resolve not to keep pushing and crashing did I push and then crash? Well, for the most excellent reason that I became an Auntie. Read on
I’ve come across this Kurt Vonnegut quote twice in one week and in light of some crappy fatigue-related things I thought I’d better write about it. The full quote is “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” Read on
I’ve been a bit absent from this blog these last two weeks as I have got in to a nasty little habit of pushing too hard and then crashing. And when I crash, I crash hard and don’t get out of bed, don’t eat, don’t move, sweat through my clothes and in between epic naps lie facedown on my pillow slobbering Read on
When I decided that I would be a sensible girl and not go to Melbourne Cup Day I was very sad. I knew it would be stupid to go so I wisely said no (amid a slight tantrum) but decided I’d better do something fun instead, or I’d be sitting at home all day feeling grumpy and wearing a fascinator with my pyjamas… Read on
I’ve been having an interesting time inside my head these last 15 months trying to wrangle all the scary thoughts about fatigue and adjust to this much-altered lifestyle. The hardest thing I’ve had to do is accept that I can’t do everything my “old self” or “healthy self” could do, and that sucks. Read on
I found a photo in my room today of me at the Inter-school APS Athletics Finals in Melbourne in 2005 running in the 4x100m relay. My arm is outstretched for the baton, I’ve got my serious Suze focussed face on and I’m about to sprint to the finish line. So, that was 2005… Now? My legs are sore from wearing high heels yesterday, so yeah, a bit of a difference. Read on
This last week I travelled to a farm in northern NSW to visit my relations up there whom I rarely see. A trip? Interstate? Four flights? A week? Was I mad? I asked myself these questions in a frenzied state the week before we left but it turns out this was the ideal holiday for a snoozie susie… Why? Read on
“Whatever you do Mum, don’t get post-viral fatigue!” I said this to my Mum when she recently came back from overseas with a combination of the flu and jet lag and was not a happy camper. This was understandable, but as this caged lioness paced around the house waiting to be better it dawned on me that she was really not made for post-viral fatigue. Read on
I rode my bike on Saturday! I rode my freaking bike! I was like a kid on Christmas Day who’d found a bike attached to a string leading from the tree. I pushed off and took a few pedals – 14 months of fatigue hasn’t stolen my ability to ride – then increased my speed and stood up on the pedals, leaning over my handlebars and wiggling the wheels down the path. Read on
Along with my Celtic skin and hair my Scottish ancestry brings with it a family motto or two. It seems that I’ve been employing more of one than the other over the last few years and this fatigued period in my life has certainly made it clear that toughing it out doesn’t always work for me… Read on
a snoozie life 