Monday, March 21, 2016
Small choices, big impacts
ET puts out subtle warning signs when it's time to rest. It starts with a wisp of fatigue, like a spider's web floating past my face that I can't quite catch to brush away, I usually ignore that. After a few weeks of my wilful refusal to admit a need to rest, ET makes the signs clearer. Fatigue is less a spider's web and more a fishing net: I can see through it, occasionally get past it, but increasingly get tangled up. Simple things like taking a shower become a Major Effort. Medication and fatigue fog my brain. Like a child who has gone past tired, rest is no longer an option...but neither, it seems, are words. I function at work and at life, but the effort it takes to do so increases each day. If I stubbornly continue without resting, my fingertips begin to join the fray. They tingle and throb as my platelets clump. They are the surly teenager again: sitting on the bed with crossed legs and arms refusing to budge because dammit, I'm angry, I'm right and I'm not moving til you agree. Oh, and it's not fair (no foot stamping or door slamming here, just a well-practiced teenage I-hate-you-glare).
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