A world of fatigue

These days I am living in a world of perpetual exhaustion, fatigue, tiredness – call it what you will. Symptoms go like this. Go to bed at a very reasonable hour, between 9 and 10pm. Try reading for a few minutes but give up due to inability to focus. Wake up around 7am, still unable to focus and feeling very sleepy. Negotiate with self and sometimes Mr Mason about what time I will get up. Should I continue resting or should I get up and try and energise myself that way? Today we negotiate 10am as a getting up time followed by shower and getting dressed. My body cries out to go back to bed. I find it very hard to read anything as it is so difficult to focus my eyes. I sometimes feel slightly inebriated so if you ever get a message from me which is a bit weird, put it down to this strange fatigue because I will have written it when only half awake. The feeling inebriated part is so ironic in that I have not had a drink in months. My medication makes that a no-no but I also don’t actually feel like having a drink so to not remember what I did or said the previous night is a bit galling, to say the least.

Having got myself ready for the day, we head off for Sainsbury’s for exciting things like bleach and smoke detector batteries. One battery failed the other night leaving Dog in a state of high anxiety. He either cannot bear the noise the detector makes when it tells you the battery is failing or he has been in a fire before as he trembles and cries and this state usually lasts around 24 hours. On the way round the supermarket, I find myself a boyfriend of around 80 who needs help finding the right kind of rice. I love having conversations like this in supermarkets. Mr Mason doesn’t pick anyone up but buys some beer to cheer himself up. This is short-lived as he leaves the pound coin in the shopping trolley. On arriving home, we find next door are having their windows cleaned. Hurray! This was not a job I was looking forward to and knew it would not be Mr Mason who went up the ladder. Actually, I didn’t think it would be me, either, as the windows are very high and I am so unsteady and accident-prone. We nab them and they come round straight away and spruce us up, front and back for £20 which is brilliant. Dog and Lark decide they love the window cleaners in the garden but once they are up their ladders, they only want to bark and growl at them to show how fierce they are. I hope my training to not bark only extends to when we are in the house. Sometime while the windows are being cleaned there is a huge bang which knocks out the internet temporarily and sets off alarms in the village. There are occasional bangs from a gas gun to scare birds away from nearby fields but this is much louder and apparently in the sky. Hopefully it will be on the news this evening. We live an exciting life.

So, back to the fatigue. I am obviously at my desk and typing but boy, it’s hard to keep my eyes open. My choices are quite limited. I really understand the benefits of exercise in terms of increasing energy but I feel I’ve done that with my Sainsbury’s trip and a little play in the garden with the dogs. So what should I do? Sit on the sofa and try to read (through unfocused eyes) or watch tv or go to bed and sleep? If I do either I miss a lot of the day and I don’t like to do that. I have tried drinking Diet Coke and coffee which is not decaffeinated (which would be my usual brand of choice) but nothing seems to work and tiredness combined with pain can leave me tetchy and irritable. Painkillers also make me more tired, obviously, but it’s hard to pinpoint the exact cause of the fatigue. Is it cancer, Kadcyla, Fibromyalgia or something else? Knowing the cause probably isn’t going to help as there clearly is no solution; I just have to get on with it and manage it. But when the sun is shining, I really like to be out pottering around the garden. Maybe I’ll just drag my reflexologist’s chair out under the apple tree and have a doze there. It sounds better than sitting inside with the tv.

And I heard a brilliant joke the other day which amused me and I will leave you with. There were 2 cats trying to cross a river. One cat was called One Two Three and the other cat was called Un Deux Trois. Which cat do you think successfully made the crossing? It was One Two Three because Un Deux Troix cat sank. Enjoy, courtesy of Mr Tozer!

3 thoughts on “A world of fatigue

  1. Bless you Shelley – you’re dog tired (pardon the pun) but can still make me laugh at the end of your blog. Keep on keeping on. Much love, C x
    PS let me know if you’re up to meeting up.

  2. Hi, Shelley. I remain very familiar with the fatigue you describe. I say it’s kind of like wearing a scuba diving suit. You know how it hugs your body? Well, like that. Except that for me, instead of being made of neoprene, the suit is made of hundreds of thin, thin sheets of lead. Some days there is more lead. Some days less. But I always am wearing it. Some days my muscles all over my body ache a lot (like having the stomach flu), and some days they only mildly ache. I feel for you, sister. I feel you.

    • Yes, that’s a good way of describing it. Maybe I’m going back to babyhood what with losing my words and sleeping all the time. Oh no, does that mean nappies next???

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