In the aftermath of the sprained ankle, I’m learning more about how the bastard — aka Chronic Fatigue Syndrome — is affecting me.
What I’ve noticed is that when I’m almost completely sedentary, I don’t need any more rest/sleep than anyone else. But doing anything triggers fatigue way out of proportion to the exertion. I have no reserves.
This is, in its way, useful information. It helps me plan around bigger days. But my CV fitness is plummeting during this period, too, as I notice any time I use my crutches. I really need to get into physical therapy for both the ankle and for upper-body-based cardio maintenance, but that’s tough to do in the midst of a long-distance move.
I’ll call a prospective primary care provider in NC this coming week to try to get an appointment for the next.
So, the new information about my CFS is good to know in a general, epistemic way, but I don’t particularly like the implications.
But the bastard didn’t ask my consent. All I can do is manage and adapt.