I’ll start by saying I’m mild, so this will likely come across as me being a whiny b!tch to those of you who are severe. This turned into more of a vent and diary entry.
I recently got my POTs under better control with extended release propranolol and did less than an hour of weeding 2 days ago. My HR spiked too high for too long, Visible warning me, so I stopped, rested legs up and went back to it but could tell it was too much still so I stopped. Then yesterday we went car shopping (before they’re double in price) and I could feel my legs and arms getting heavy on my way home.
The evening just took me worse into fatigue, deep horrible aching all over, flu feeling, sound sensitivity, headache and weakness beyond repair. Do you ever hope that “Oh, I’ll just get a really good night sleep tonight and I’ll feel OK tomorrow.” That’s what fixes problems for most everything else. Hydration and rest, better in the morning.
Not for us with ME.
I had plans to go to the protest today. I want to do my part to fight back, for my family, my trans kid, my teen daughter, myself and my communities. I feel so guilty that I’m laying here doing fck all while everyone is out there causing good trouble.
I wanted to plant the rose bushes, and help my husband build garden beds in the 70F weather. Get some sunshine on my body, feel the breeze, touch the dirt, hear everyone mowing their lawns and the kids playing outside. Help my son clean out his new-to-him car. So proud of the man he has become.
ME won’t allow it.
But here I lay. Crying alone In my dark cool bedroom, avoiding sunlight and sounds because it hurts. Not eating because my body won’t digest it well. Drinking so much water but regretting it when I have to shuffle and creak to the bathroom every 30 mins. Trying to find a comfortable position so my limbs will stop aching. But never finding it.
ME is cruel.
Why has my body betrayed me so? How long will it punish me for again? When will I get to enjoy my family and my environment again? Will I ever actually recover?
ME will never let you know.
I’m mild, for now, so I’ll recover back to a baseline that may or may not be worse than before. But definitely worse than when I was healthy. Then every day I’ll have to continually pull myself back from doing too much, but never knowing what too much actually is for me. Forever in fear of that horrible feeling that washes over your whole body, knowing that something you did in the last 48 hours was “too much”.
ME is too much.
If you got this far. Thanks for reading. I think I needed to write it out. Thinking of you all 💕
TLDR: Feeling down today so wrote a blog post about a mild person (me) succumbing to PEM from gardening and missing all of the things that they love and planned to do this weekend while there is one day of beautiful weather outside.