Blatherings

As most of you know, I’ve spent absolutely years suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Deity knows that I’ve moaned about it enough times. Anyway, I haven’t got it any more. It’s vanished, by some sort of bizarre miracle.

I went to see my GP a few weeks ago, to upgrade my painkillers as I was in constant nagging pain the whole time. I got referred for physio as well. The day after I’d seen the doctor I went down with the worst flu I have ever had in my life. I seriously can’t recall ever feeling as bad as that before. Hallucinations, delirium, sweats, shivers, having to crawl to the toilet because standing up was impossible. It was bloody hideous. It went on and on, got to the 8th day and I was actually getting worried that I might actually die from it and then, on the 9th day, it stopped. I felt weak and feeble, most people who’ve had flu do, but I felt alive. I felt well. I didn’t have brain-fog any more. My shoulders and neck stopped hurting. I had energy to get up and do things, things that I couldn’t do before I had the flu. Weird. Weird but good. I’ve just got better and better since then. I saw the doctor yesterday and it’s apparently very commonplace for this to occur.

It would seem that the CFS was some sort of trapped virus, I’d felt ‘fluey’ for years after getting a mild dose before. It just never quite went away and kept adding symptoms here and there until I was so useless on some days that I couldn’t even get out of bed. It was boring, depressing and miserable. It was also annoying because I’d have the occasional good day, use up all my energy and then immediately go back to being shit again. So, when this last lot of flu arrived it was a bit scary, I thought I mightn’t actually ever feel better. What actually happened was, according to the GP, the new virus got in a strop at the trapped old one which never found its way out and had a mahoosive fight with it. Which was why I felt so bloody awful, shockingly enough. Luckily the new flu was stronger and scarier than the old one and smashed it to bits, put it in its knapsack and carted it off when it decided to go and pick on someone else.

So … I’m well now. Everything’s fantastic. I don’t need medication any more. I am having to learn to distribute energy in a sensible manner, I want to run and run and my body’s clearly not used to or ready for such silly things just yet. I have been to the job centre, I have applied for JSA, I am actively seeking work and have application forms filled in, and to fill in. Life is just great. I can’t begin to describe how brilliant it is to be able to even think clearly. Let alone the joy of being able to manage two flights of stairs. It’s madness, but wonderful madness. I’m better and I love it.