So, I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. All my blood test results from the other day came back normal, so I went back to see the doctor and he said that whilst there's no test for it as such, he would confidently diagnose me with it. Yay. Mild end of the scale, of course, some people with CFS can't walk across a room.
He told me not to run my half marathon in February. I have never wanted to ignore a doctor's advice so much, as now.
I feel a bit sad that I'm going to have to alter my lifestyle. I'm nowhere near being a typical student, I don't go out and get trashed every night (more like once every few months, if that!), but I do stay up very late talking to friends (I'm up till 2 or 3am most nights) and I recognise that that has to change.
At the moment I can't seem to work out in my head how much of a big deal (or otherwise) this is...so apologies if I come across melodramatic or blasé. Neither is intended.
Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love
Your face is all wet and your day was rough
So do what you must do to find yourself
Wear another shoe, or paint my shelf
Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong
I think I found a place where I...
4 comments:
Bad luck. That sucks.
Altering your lifestyle isn't the same as having it take over your entire life, if it's not too severe. Do remember that :-)
I'll be running the London Marathon with you yet, you see :o)
I look forward to it, Hannah :)
My sister has that (also mildly). Insofar as it's one of those things they diagnose you with when all the other possibilities have been eliminated. Sorry to hear that, though :( especially about the half-marathon.
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