I stayed home, because if I didn’t try and get as much rest as possible – this thing that I have, would never leave my body.  So I stayed home, and tried to sleep it off.  When that didn’t work I took some advil, and an amazing amount of water- forced myself onto the sofa, and watch old movies.  Thank goodness for movies, since I can’t seem to do television these days.

This situation, has gotten me to think about people with CFS who stay home.  People, who either choose to not work, or are not able to work.  It’s not easy.  I go stir-crazy after a few hours of being home.  I am frustrated with myself, because I am not able to stand up for more than 10 minutes at a time.  Even making soup  is out of the question, unless the Campbell family gets involved.

I need to be able to work for my own sanity.  Whether I should be working or not is not a pertinent question.  I am not able to stay home.

Would the quality of my physical health, be better if I did stay home? Perhaps yes, perhaps no.

In my personal situation, not going to work would do me harm mentally, socially, and emotionally.  I have tendencies to retreat into my own head.  If I took the job out of the equation, I think that agoraphobia might start to apply to me.  In no way, am I saying that agoraphobia and CFS are connected.  Just that it may apply, in my own case.

There is really no real point to this post. Just to say, that sometimes I forget what its like to live with the day to day struggles of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  And having little setbacks, such as an annoying cold (plus), brings back a reminder of what the fight is about.

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Reminders Are Always Such Great Lessons