They fought for this country.
Factors leading up to contraction of CFS (M.E.) can involve some kind of physical or psychological trauma. Stress. War. Another factor could be too much drinking. Or some toxic poisoning. I thought there might have been a slight predisposition in Anglo-Celtic people, but that area is hard to figure out. It might be related to Neandertals, idk. I know I am, some of the dreams I have. The strongest factor is having had mononucleosis, or CMV, or, "glandular fever," some time previous. Similarly, or almost identically, COVID can predispose for, "long-hauler COVID," which is basically CFS. These illness all blur together: CFD/ME, COVID long-haul, Gulf War Syndrome, Post-Polio Fatigue Syndrome, E.I./MCS, and aspects of other illnesses, like MS, and so on.
Me? I got Mono, and I got CMV. Before that, I was electrocuted, and before that, I busted my skull. Of course, I am Celtic. And so, I sometimes drank too much. In fact, the first time I sensed something wrong, is when a friend and myself left a party, at maybe 3:am?, to go get donuts. I threw the donuts up, but it was a whole new kind of throwing up experience. I sometimes wonder if smoking pot might have contributed, and, it couldn't have, "hurt."
One day, I walked through a toxic stream, and then my legs turned red, and I got really sick - so there's the toxic poisoning. Finally, with all this illness rising, I simultaneously experienced some very stressful situations, packed close together. To try to hold my life together, I enrolled in a clinical drug study, and that drug also conspired. I trekked out West and back, which involved a huge amount of exertion. So, at the end of this rainbow of diversity, there sat, waiting for me, the endless monolith of too-tired-to-sleep hell. I ended up spending several years feeling like I was at one with the insides of a cement-mixing truck, looking out through the back, outside, which was nothing but the spinning ceiling of my bedroom. Watching that spin for years, I sill feel like dirty laundry.
So, I wonder why I started off on this topic.. I forget.
I think, tonight, I am going to do a little think-writing, now that I am up so early, and all alone, wrapped in the love of mother night. Let's see how that goes. Because I am tired tired did I say I was tired? If that doesn't work out, I might just look at videos, and reminisce abut when I was a star boy. But, here is another part of this post, even without the special transition.
This is an email I sent to the vets, at about 6:am this morning...
Dear Animals,
Much as I detest cancel culture, I must cancel my appointment for today: King, 10:30, [Location].
Why? I have a chronic illness, which makes predicting when I will be well is next to impossible. Almost impossible to keep appointments, especially two or three weeks down the road. Sorry.
Interestingly, my dog's illness has kept me up at night, ruined my sleep schedule, and made me very ill. This has been a very difficult time.
However, I have been limiting my dog's diet considerably. This seems to be working, very gradually over time. If he has an obstruction, then maybe it is digesting away. If he has a loose stomach, maybe it is tightening up. But, I don't know, because we are not back to a normal diet. Fingers crossed.
I will let you know if his condition worsens, and will call for a new appt. Appts MUST be in the later afternoon, to have any chance of consummation. What?!
Please let me know if you have any accommodations for the likes of disabled people like me, and my ilk, lowlife that we are. I imagine that an endoscopy should be done of my dog's innards, but if you make house-calls, you don't carry around an endoscopy machine, and so forth.
Thank you, and goodnight.
Mr. Mad101, with effusive and embarassing apologies
Also - I am fixed income (no car!) and as of yet no pet insurance. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
(My dog has't shown any signs of discomfort tonight, so far. It starts 12-14 hours after a meal, and no sign yet. Encouraging. Was planning to walk him tomorrow (this) morning.
I noticed him quiet-whining at around 6-7:pm today. I figured it was just his impatience, etc. But now I am wondering if he was thinking about the guy messing with our tree. Probably alerted by barking dogs. I should investigate furher, next time).
Me? I got Mono, and I got CMV. Before that, I was electrocuted, and before that, I busted my skull. Of course, I am Celtic. And so, I sometimes drank too much. In fact, the first time I sensed something wrong, is when a friend and myself left a party, at maybe 3:am?, to go get donuts. I threw the donuts up, but it was a whole new kind of throwing up experience. I sometimes wonder if smoking pot might have contributed, and, it couldn't have, "hurt."
One day, I walked through a toxic stream, and then my legs turned red, and I got really sick - so there's the toxic poisoning. Finally, with all this illness rising, I simultaneously experienced some very stressful situations, packed close together. To try to hold my life together, I enrolled in a clinical drug study, and that drug also conspired. I trekked out West and back, which involved a huge amount of exertion. So, at the end of this rainbow of diversity, there sat, waiting for me, the endless monolith of too-tired-to-sleep hell. I ended up spending several years feeling like I was at one with the insides of a cement-mixing truck, looking out through the back, outside, which was nothing but the spinning ceiling of my bedroom. Watching that spin for years, I sill feel like dirty laundry.
So, I wonder why I started off on this topic.. I forget.
I think, tonight, I am going to do a little think-writing, now that I am up so early, and all alone, wrapped in the love of mother night. Let's see how that goes. Because I am tired tired did I say I was tired? If that doesn't work out, I might just look at videos, and reminisce abut when I was a star boy. But, here is another part of this post, even without the special transition.
This is an email I sent to the vets, at about 6:am this morning...
Dear Animals,
Much as I detest cancel culture, I must cancel my appointment for today: King, 10:30, [Location].
Why? I have a chronic illness, which makes predicting when I will be well is next to impossible. Almost impossible to keep appointments, especially two or three weeks down the road. Sorry.
Interestingly, my dog's illness has kept me up at night, ruined my sleep schedule, and made me very ill. This has been a very difficult time.
However, I have been limiting my dog's diet considerably. This seems to be working, very gradually over time. If he has an obstruction, then maybe it is digesting away. If he has a loose stomach, maybe it is tightening up. But, I don't know, because we are not back to a normal diet. Fingers crossed.
I will let you know if his condition worsens, and will call for a new appt. Appts MUST be in the later afternoon, to have any chance of consummation. What?!
Please let me know if you have any accommodations for the likes of disabled people like me, and my ilk, lowlife that we are. I imagine that an endoscopy should be done of my dog's innards, but if you make house-calls, you don't carry around an endoscopy machine, and so forth.
Thank you, and goodnight.
Mr. Mad101, with effusive and embarassing apologies
Also - I am fixed income (no car!) and as of yet no pet insurance. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
(My dog has't shown any signs of discomfort tonight, so far. It starts 12-14 hours after a meal, and no sign yet. Encouraging. Was planning to walk him tomorrow (this) morning.
I noticed him quiet-whining at around 6-7:pm today. I figured it was just his impatience, etc. But now I am wondering if he was thinking about the guy messing with our tree. Probably alerted by barking dogs. I should investigate furher, next time).