…in the traditional sense.
Yes, I’ve been struck down by the lurgy this week, variety unknown, bar the fact it makes me feel pretty awful. I feel like I’m being chewed up by some horrible creature. Yes, I have the tendency to anthropomorphise (it comes from the same part of my imagination which has a habit of finding an analogy in everything).
In some ways it’s been a relief to discover that there’s a specific reason for the exhaustion I’ve been feeling – those who have experience of CFS/ME will know that dramatically worsening fatigue is always worrying – but none the less it is not pleasant.
Still, hopefully it won’t attack me for too long. I hate not knowing what to do with myself…I want to distract myself from feeling ill, but feel too ill to do much. I suppose I just have to put up with it.
What’s your favourite pastime when you’re ill?