Unfortunately chronic fatigue and its kaleidoscope of symptoms doesn't' seem to take your requests on when you would prefer to have a good day. Trying to make it to the 10:30 Brunch was not going well - at 8:30am I was up and suffering from stomach pains alternating with being starving again. To put it discreetly I made many trips to the W.C. - the French have such a more elegant word for bathroom. By 9:30 am I had managed to eat before I went to the brunch determining it best to just have something simple. As we entered the Racquet Club, of course it was hot and stuffy, despite my constant complaints that you need the air set low when you have a brunch filled with omelet stations, warming dishes, and the dining room filled to capacity, someone just never seems to be able to solve this simple problem. Then the smell of food overtook me, and after saying hello to my mom, sister, cousins and aunt I managed about 5 minutes before I had to go sit outside and get some fresh air.
Again, the good news, I didn't have to flee - I just needed some air, small sips of water, and time to regain some strength. After about 20 minutes, I was able to go back inside, and catch up with my family and enjoy the remainder of the early afternoon. Its a frustrating thing not understanding why now and being fairly helpless to do much to feel better. But instead of my normal self irritation, I took this a bit more in stride, did the best I could and chose to take my own advice...the bird was in my hand....there was a wonderful quote that was in Sue Jackson's article about living with CFS taken from the link in my previous post - and sums up what I was thinking....
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Our life now is different than it was before CFS, but it’s still ours." - Sue Jackson
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| My Mom, Nephew George Patrick and Neice Addison |
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The other Mom..my sister Brooke
Happy Mother's Day |
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