Body remains much the same. The tiredness was so debilitating yesterday that I actually couldn’t hold a conversation, a new low for me I think.
I remain reasonably convinced it’s a nasty virus because the symptoms of the virus – aches, mild temperature, tiredness just after a I wake up and at about 5pm – keep coming back.
I am going to see White Leggings tonight. He is my new city-centre doctor, named because he always wears skintight white leggings. Don’t be afraid though, he’s very nice and also understands CFS. hurrah! Last time I saw him he told me to hit the gym because the more I do the more my body will realise it’s not ill any more. That doesn’t really apply now, so I am going to talk his ear off about what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I think doctors will have any answers other than the fact that I consider myself to have a more normal body now. It is not breaking out into rashes, my ears are not bleeding, I can wear contact lenses often enough, my legs work again.
It is, as those around me keep telling me, nothing like last year so I refuse to believe it’s happening again.
The one thing properly bothering me though, is that MindReader’s other sister is getting married on Saturday. Most of my long-term readers will know that I struggled to his other sister’s wedding in July 2008. I feel if I don’t go, not only will I spend 4 days apart from MindReader (sadly still a recipe for The Crazy when all I can do is watch TV and not sleep), but I fear the symbolism of STILL BEING ILL for the other wedding – despite everything that’s happened since last july and everywhere I’ve been – will get me emotionally.
But going will undoubtedly get me physically.
Why can’t everybody just get on?!
