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Can't do it
03.27.06 (9:33 am)   [edit]

I'm overdoing it and it's really getting to me. When I look at what little I'm doing in actuality on a day-to-day basis, it's ridiculous. But I did NOTHING this weekend. I went to the library. I forced myself to go to the gym. I was exhausted the entire time. I didn't even go get the mail a couple of days because I was too physically tired to walk to the mailbox.

Now that the depression has lifted, the symptoms of Chronic Fatigue are even more evident. It's not a "yawn, I'm so tired sort of tired", but it feels like I've been working hard for days upon days. There are times when I can't even open a Tupperware container. 

I feel guilty. My yard is an embarrassment. My house is a disaster. There's so much that I need to do, but I just can't do it. I push myself to get things done and overdo stuff. Then I get the backlash where I'm incapacitated. Feast or famine.

Anyone have a magic wand to make me better?

 


posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 03.27.06 (6:03 pm)

No magic wand, sorry. But I can sympathize. Living with chronic A-Fib seems to be much like CFS. Everyday, every minute I feel as if I've run a foot race. It's insane. Some days are much worse than others, but after 13 years I suppose I've gotten used to it...as much as possible.

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