It was bound to happen.
Though I’ve felt like a normal person for months now I knew it was unlikely I was totally free of chronic fatigue. But as each day went by and I felt normal, my confidence grew. Whatever it was, I was doing something right, and as long as I kept on doing it. That’s the theory.
It’s quite cruel that a fortnight from my holiday – the first trip to the Alps since I the CF came back – that I get another attack.
But that’s just how it is.
I just did too much: too much working late, followed by a weekend with my in-laws who have boundless energy. And I was enjoying a mammoth shopping trip where me and my mother in law tempted each other to buy clothes. But I didn’t heed the signs, I just got up the next day and carried on as normal.
A week later, I’m beginning to feel better.
Yesterday was the 1st day when my energy levels increased during the day – that’s a good sign.
I’d stopped doing the Five Tibetan Rites for a few days, but went back to them tentatively, at the weekend. They are pretty strenuous and it feels like madness to ‘waste’ energy on them when I don’t have any to spare.
But maybe they’re what’s making the difference.