The day job wore me down this week, and last night I ended up in bed early thanks to a little help from my friend Nyquil. This morning some of my aches have lessened, but I otherwise still feel like crap. I’m glad it’s Friday. Because I’m fatigued as a general rule these days, so when I overexert myself—physically or mentally—I know I’m going to pay a price.
It started earlier in the week with swollen and tingling hands. The skin on my digits was tight and red and slick looking and I noticed tingling that bordered on numbness from my mid-forearm to the tips of my fingers. It seemed to get worse at night. As the days passed, I ended up with a fever and other flu-like symptoms. I also have a cold sore, which I seem to get more regularly than a woman on birth control gets her period.
Low grade fever? BAM! (As an aside, can you BE-LIEVE how expensive Abreva is?)
These things (with the exception of the swelling hands) have been happening to me for about a decade. I can remember my mom and I painting like mad women for a whole week in my mid-20s. I sat down to take a look at what we’d accomplished and within minutes the aches, fatigue, and cold sore had settled in.
I can also remember similar illness striking me when I was completing my last year of college and dealing with some pretty serious emotional trauma. “Maybe it’s PTSD,” I joked with Dan last night.
These symptoms my doctors refer to collectively as fibromyaliga are still hanging around too. You might remember that back in December I went back on an old medication and started feeling better. Well, that didn’t last. I guess I was just experiencing a few good days in a row.
So far I’m holding fast to my “no doctor appointments in 2016” rule. I do have to go to the lab in the next couple of weeks to have my thyroid and vitamin D levels checked, but I don’t have to explain anything to anyone or try to get someone to believe or understand me. That’s actually quite a relief. As long as I can remember my name and date of birth, I’m good.