1. Dammit, dammit, dammit *insert other expressions of frustration here*.
[for new folks, I've had CFS since I was about 16, with varying degrees of recovery and relapse]
For 2 weeks I've been telling myself that this will pass, that I'll be on the up soon, and that I just need a good night's sleep and I'll feel better. Because I am slow of thinking, and denial is not just a river in Egypt. But today, I'm going to have to admit that NOPE, this is a backsliding, and all that recovery I gained to the middle of January? Poof! Gone!
I mean, I'm still hopeful that it won't be a long relapse, that I'll dig myself out of it again, and I know it can be recovered from, but I'm going to have to admit it's not just a passing phase, it's a set back, and it needs to be got through properly, not just ignored and hope.
If it makes me struggle to enjoy Black Panther on Thursday, I'm going to be seriously ticked off.
2. Not unrelatedly, I forgot to set any kind of alarm clock this morning, and so had to dash around trying to get out of the house at just about the time I'd usually leave. At least the mornings are getting a little lighter, or heaven knows when I would have got here.
3. On the plus side, I have bought myself some nice treats lately, which I will show you in pictures as soon as I can. It's amazing how my mood can be improved by things that make me smile, even small, silly ones.
I hope everyone had a good weekend. Mine seemed to be mostly spent at work, which might also be why I'm quite this whacked today!
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