Jody’s Blog . . . a life after chronic fatigue syndrome

Sunday, July 31, 2010

I figure a year and two days is a long enough pause in any blogging enterprise so here I am. Fortunately my absence has not been due to prolonged CFS relapses. Rather, it’s because I have been too busy working as a freelancer.

I have had a few notable setbacks but they were shorter in duration, milder in intensity and the climb back up each time was less arduous than in the past.

I did have a spectacular bout of inflammation in my right arm, which has left me now able to type left-handed which is a useful skill to have. Arm is working again so it’s all good.

I also had a mysterious swelling and inflammation experience with my right foot that kept me hobbled for some weeks. But I learned the joys of castor oil wraps, which is definitely a useful lesson to have learned. And I am back on my feet so I don’t care.

As it happens I just got back from a bike ride which smacks of a certain symmetry since my last blog post a year ago was on just this topic. I am sweaty due to the heat wave most of the continent has been enduring but I am happy.

Maybe I’ll go for another bike ride this evening when the sun settles down.

May 22, 2009 

I have had to sleep and rest more in this past week than I have in a long time. But I’m also able to do much more than I have in a very long time. I guess it’s like having to stop and put more gas in the tank of your car, the more driving you do. 

I posted a couple of articles this week, and now this entry. Ncubator’s only been up for not quite 3 weeks, and things feel like they’re coming together faster than I expected.

I’m shooting for 3 new articles up per week, and maybe a couple of blog entries. 

This time last year, I was in the midst of a crash after catching the flu. Then I twisted my ankle in early June and had to stay off it for a week or so. The added stressors seemed to make the crash more intense and longer to get over.

 This year is much better.  

Last year I was thinking, wistfully, about writing again someday. Still had nothing to say, nor the energy to say anything with. My seven books per week from the library, were my literary achievements. And, it goes without saying, my emails to my naturopath pretty much every week.

 That was the only writing I was doing, but as I look back I know — and I knew it at the time — writing to her was so important for me. Helped to bring me back from the dead.