Recovering from CFS isn’t a matter of snapping your fingers and waking up all better; it’s a slow journey with many twists and turns. Given this, I need to cut myself some slack and realise that I’m looking after myself the best way I can. I almost need my own personal cheerleader telling me “awesome, right on, like totally freak me out!” Read on
Tag Archives: hitting the wall
Alarm Bells Ringing
Mayday Mayday Mayday! I am without power, crash approaching, arm your battle stations, this is not a drill. Oh dear, I’ve done too much, I knew I was pushing it but I was having so much fun so I decided to push through. Pushing through worked for me for 26 years, maybe it would again? Err, no. Read on
CFS Awareness Day
It’s CFS Awareness Day today people! I’m wearing blue (the CFS colour) and heading to the CFS Health Centre this evening to gather with other chronically fatigued warriors and find some solidarity. It won’t be a late night, we’re bringing blankets and pillows and it will be delightfully low-key. I’ll also be surrounded by people who 100 percent understand my illness. Yes! Read on
Less crappy bad days
There’s been a shift in my fatigued state over the last month in that the bad days are definitely better. By this I mean that they are getting less frequent and less severe, but they are also getting harder to deal with. Read on
Christmas with Chronic Fatigue
Well, it’s been and gone, the awesomeness that is Christmas. I’m a Christmas nut, I walk around tunelessly singing, bake constantly, plan my gift giving meticulously and spend hours gazing at our decorated Christmas tree, sniffing deeply to get that Christmasy smell. Read on
I slept properly last night!
I’m writing this after the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in a week and I feel like a completely different person. Woo hoo, sleep is the bomb. You’d think I get a lot of sleep, being chronically fatigued and all, but that’s one of the weirder parts of CFS in that you’re exhausted but find it hard to sleep. Read on
Make my health my priority
What’s that? My health is more important than the obligation to attend a family event that I don’t want to go to anyway? Yes! What’s that, my health is more important than a coffee date I’d like to go on but will inevitably crash on the other side of? Well yes, but I’d rather go have coffee and not crash, can’t I do that? Not always. Read on
Baby Crash
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
Pushing and Crashing (and going round the bend)
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
Mental (adjustments)
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
a snoozie life 