Go figure, yesterday I missed a doctors appointment because it took 8 hours before I was able to get out of bed… Today I’ve steam cleaned half the house (well the front room anyway).

Where’s the balance? Where’s the reason?

I’ve given up trying to figure out the whole chronic fatigue thing, there’s no reasoning to it, so I’ve just given up.

So I was playing working hard to steam clean the carpet… Yes maybe not the best idea, as I haven’t had any feeling above my toenails in about 5 hours…

Still it was a good workout, I found muscle groups I didn’t even know existed, especially the chest muscles for some reason… No clue why…

But the amount of work they got today, I should wake up tomorrow with a chest like Pamela Anderson!

Now admittedly I could have gone slightly more macho and said I’d have muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but come one… On my frame? Muscles like that would just look silly…

Besides, it’d be nice to have a talking point that didn’t revolve around the weather or my health

After all that activity I doubt I’ll be able to move from the bed for a few days, still it was nice to achieve something for a change.

There seems to be two methods of dealing with chronic fatigue syndrome, at least as far as the professionals are concerned. I’ve tried both, and they’re both pointless.

The first, and usually more popular option is to work through it, work through the pain, the fatigue and the inability. At a guess I’d say this stems back to the days when it was known as “Yuppie flu”.

I’d guess the doctors only thought on the matter was along the lines of “Pull yourself together, stop whining and get on with it…” Closely followed by “Don’t make me come over there and slap you silly…”

Been there, tried that, did myself some serious damage… Won’t be doing that again.

The other suggestion is to only do 3/4 of what you feel you are capable of.

This makes more sense, the idea being not to exhaust yourself and over do it, as that makes you worse (which it does). The only down side, at least in my case, if I do less than I’m able to save up the energy, I don’t get any better. I also don’t achieve anything.

So now I say screw it!

If I can do it, I’ll push myself to do it and suffer the reactions later, it’s not making me any worse, but at least I can occasionally get something constructive done… It gives me something to gloat over for the days after I’m lying in a whimpering puddle. :-p

Now time for bed… While I can still move enough to reach it…