They’re a real bitch sometimes.
Maybe I should use a big-girl word to describe them.
They’re so contrarian. They’re a blight on human existence. They’re inconvenient and annoying.
But no. I’m going on a two-month bad cycle with them and big-girl words will not suffice.
Diseases are a real bitch.
I’ve had a couple of them floating around in my DNA for about eight years, and man. They are really pissing me off right now.
I’d rather spend my afternoons/evenings hiking than being grounded to the couch, or near my comfy computer chair.
I’d rather not have to worry about whether scheduling an afternoon engagement is going to interfere with my mandatory nap, and I’d rather not have to debate with myself over the fact that if I miss my afternoon nap, I’m going to lose all will to do anything by about 6 p.m.
And, let’s be honest, I’d rather not have to plan for an elongated period of rest-time to prep for a late night out, and maybe I’d like my productivity to be level throughout the whole day instead of stopping and starting.
Oh! And! I’d like to run my errands and not think, “I just need to be home by 1:30 before I crash into the wall of everything-fatigue.”
When did I become a 2-year-old?
I’m also afraid.
I’m afraid that my inability to go on a substantial hike is going to make me fat.
I’m afraid that the fatigue is going to invade my lungs and heart and they’re going to decide to take a rest. Not cool for me.
I’m afraid that maybe one day I’ll be too tired to vacuum.
But.
This too shall pass.
This bitchy-annoying-contrary fatigue is going to pass, because, as a friend reminded me last night, I have sufficient evidence to prove that it will.
That being benched won’t make me fat and that before long, I’ll be pulling 8-10 mile hikes again.
That I won’t die.
And that tomorrow I shall vacuum.
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