Don't let it go to my head. No, I'm not talking about looking in the mirror, I'm referring to my fatigue. Yes I'm tired. No I can't do anything about it that I know of, yet. But I've got a lot of stuff to do. I just keep on doing what I've been doing, get at least 8 hours of sleep at night (ha ha, I wish), and get on with my life. It certainly can take an emotional toll, but it doesn't have to. There are a lot of misconceptions about CFIDS. Let me address the ones I hear the most. First is that it's hypochondria, factitious, and/or malingering. It's not. Second, that it's depression and/or mental illness. It's not. For some people, some of these things could be interrelated. I've looked into it, believe me. I'm covering my bases. Am I looking for advice? No. Sympathy? No. I'm just chronicling my experience. Validating myself. Sharing it with you. Whining. Mostly whining.
Thanks for listening.
P.S. I still love my job. It's the greatest. And they're ridiculously supportive. And fun. Happy times.
...And I just got a fierce hankering for sushi.