O Fatigue! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
No, that’s the whole thing. There are exactly NO WAYS in which I love it.
(How d’ya like that portmanteau word? I coined it to describe how I feel whilst reading The Observer of a Sunday; nothing better than kicking off your day with a bit of righteous anger).
Seems that I’m experiencing some full-on fatigue action right now. It’s really bad. I’m permanently exhausted. And it’s not like I’m doing owt but ‘resting’. I honestly don’t know what to do for the best. Any suggestions forwardslash nifty MShacks would be totes welcome right about now.
I’m eating the right stuff (mainly spinach and kale); doing a bit of exercise on my cheap and cheerful exercise bike, also some improv yoga; dutifully taking my supplements (cod liver oil, vits D and B12, turmeric, flax seeds). I’m retrying Amantadine too after giving up on it before (it made me feel well ill).
Despite feeling perma-awful, I’m worried that I’m actually a total fraud. That I’m making it all up. I’m a skiver. Should I even be off work? I could cope with 26 demanding 13 year olds, couldn’t I? Even though leaving my bedroom to go downstairs, make a cup of chai, is a bit of an ask? I dunno.