Fatigue

It’s not just being tired. It’s not just a long day or not sleeping well last night. It doesn’t get better with caffeine. It’s exhausting. It’s heavy. Being tired can be fixed with a decent night of sleep. If you’re lucky enough to sleep well – even most of the time. The English language is worthless, frustrating, horrible, for not having a big enough word to explain this fatigue.

It’s like the steel blanket things that you are covered with for x-rays, like at the dentist, except it covers everything. Your brain is filled with this thick soupy fog you can’t see through. Like walking through layers of snow and ice or trying to run in water. Try to make a decision, I dare you. It’s basically impossible. Any decision you do succeed at completing is also exhausting.

Everything you do seems to take double or triple the necessary energy and you don’t feel like you have any energy anyways. Standing is hard because it takes more energy than sitting. Your eyes might be blurry. You mind is blurry. Are you running on “fumes”? Is there anything left inside?

But you aren’t sleepy. You don’t want to sleep, except to escape this feeling and hope that you’ll feel better after you sleep. Sleep might fix this. Sleep might not do anything. You can feel like this after 7 or 8 hours of sleep. You can feel like after being awake just long enough to eat breakfast. Or you can go a whole day without feeling this indefinable weight.

It’s carrying a burden of indescribable weight and size. Sometimes moving around will help. Sometimes sitting still helps. You never know. Food can help but then you need to make a decision to decide what to eat and it all starts again.

It’s not like leg day, or working too late, or hangover after a late night. It’s a disaster. It’s exhausting to be so exhausted. You’re drained, low, crushed. You don’t know what will make you feel better. You’re empty inside but you’re not sleepy. You search for what will help but nothing is ever quite enough.

Then you go to sleep, hope you’ll get a decent night of sleep, and wake up the next day. It might happen again today too.

And then there’s the threat of this fatigue. It’s like that steel blanket is laid beside you and you never know when someone will walk by and toss it over you, without asking, without a word.

Author: Histamine Queen

Nerd, wife, knitter, writer, cat mom, and comic book reader w/masters of science in Applied Sociology.

I have histamine intolerance, lots of food allergies and sensitivities – including gluten. And I have multiple sclerosis fibromyalgia, asthma, drug allergies, and migraines. Basically, I have a collection of invisible chronic health problems. I don’t just survive these things, but sometimes I do hate them because I see doctors so often that keeping healthy and staying full time employed is currently impossible.