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I still haven’t fully recovered from my CFS crash following my trip to Chicago in early May. My sleep has been crap. My crap has been crap. My cognitive abilities have been all over the place. No focus. I have the typing-equivalent of apraxia of speech, and sometimes it seems I have my Sword Behind Inappropriate Prepositions equipped. I have not felt rested in a month. My legs have been weak and achy for a month. I’ve gotten more headaches than I usually do. I’m nursing a headache right now. My depression has been more insistent, though that can be mostly explained by my dad’s birthday last week and the second anniversary of his death tomorrow…
I just want to figure out what the heck I have to do to feel even a little bit better. Wake up before noon without feeling hungover. (I haven’t had alcohol since leaving Chicago.) Be able to type the words that my brain composes without needing to go back and edit every single time. (In the previous sentence, I initially typed “ever every” instead of “edit every.”)
Crashes don’t usually last this long. Something’s gotta give. I have important things to do. I have a life to live!
Read my Big Fat Medical Update for more details.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
