Okay, this is how it is for me…

I know I come and go here and it must seem that I’m the least reliable person on the face of the planet.

I say I’m going to do something & quite often nothing happens.

There is a reason, however, and I’ve had a pretty tough week, so I’m just going to go verbally diuretic and let it all hang out.

Sorry.

and yes, I know that grammar was awful. so shoot me.

~ For that, too.

So what’s the story?

You’ve probably seen the page link at the top of this blog; “What is CFS?”.

Well, it’s a real pain, to be frank. That’s one thing I didn’t put in the information on that page.

I actually thought that a detailed look at my past week might help people in understanding more about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, & how it affects the lives of those it touches..

To be brief, I’ve spent four out of the last five days sleeping.

And the nights. And I’m still tired.

The kidz have missed me, as I’ve gone to bed while they were still at the dinner table twice, and still been sleeping on two mornings when they both left for school.

Thank heavens for Grandma!

WonderHubby has missed me, for much the same reason.

My mother has seen quite a bit more of me than usual this week, but I’ve been kind of busy snoring, so the conversation has lagged a bit.

The cat has missed me too, and has spent each night curled up tight beside me to get maximum “oomph” from my drowsily-delivered strokes at 1.30am.

Tonight, I’m in one of my ‘productive’ phases.

This means that:

1. I will get a lot done in a short time. It’s a great time to finish unfinished jobs or write blog posts for the future,
2. I will probably be unable to sleep tonight,
3. I am in danger of burning out if I don’t manage to cool it soon.

My life is a continual roller-coaster of this cycle, sometimes more or less pronounced, but it’s usually there to be spotted by the keen eye.

This is why I come over all enthusiastic at times & start things I can’t possibly keep up with over the long term.

And before you ask, I’m not bipolar.
I’ve checked.
Several times, in fact.

It’s just the way my body works now, and I’ve pretty much made my peace with it.

Pretty much.

So next time I announce wild new plans and charge off with all guns blazing towards a new goal, please keep in mind that I do intend to see things through, but my body may well have other plans…