Being fatigued is just the same as being tired right? Get a decent night’s sleep and you’ll be right as rain? It’s a hard symptom to explain because, in a world where everyone’s driven to exhaustion, how can you know if you’re in the grip of fatigue? It’s kind of like a migraine in comparison to a normal headache – a paracetemol isn’t going to cut it.
In my 190th blog, I tried to capture how feeling fatigued had stopped me from doing the duathlon last weekend. How it stripped away my strength and left me feeling like I was running on empty. Sadly, the fatigue has continued this week not helped by some late nights and having a few too many glasses of wine. I’ve tried to ignore it, doing my usual things – work, running, yoga, salsa dancing, Childline, learning bits of Spanish and even a bit of socialising (pictured above out for a cocktail with my lovely friend Kate last night). It’s been a fight. I’ve had absolutely nothing left to give and, while I’m glad to have kept pushing on, fatigue can stop me getting any enjoyment from things I know I love.
It makes your head foggy, your body feel like a dead weight being dragged and can even make your words slur and tongue thick (handy for Spanish). Elaine pointed out that it’s probably to do with being on a lower dose of steroids but it doesn’t feel like the chemical induced blues of a few weeks ago.
Today, after a lovely catch up with Kate and with the prospect of a weekend in Scotland with friends and family, I can feel the grogginess lifting. If you’ve never been fatigued, I hope that’s always the case and if you’re currently in the grip of it I’ll send any surplus energy I have in your direction.