It's the end of CFS... at least for 2009

Well, the year is coming to an end, once again. The life of living a perpetual Ground Hogs Day continues, no matter the number of the year.

I say 2010 is going to be amazing! Why do I type that with a little cring?! "They" say you are suppose to say and believe and it will come true. How are you suppose to believe what has proven to be impossible?

I am tring so hard to believe that this coming year will be diffrent than these many before. The operative word being TRY. I really get tricked into thinking that things are not what they are. It is my imagination that plays those games. I am thankful for it but a bit not at the same time.

Of course I am tired so I must end this short, pointless post. Hopefully I will be back sooner than later.

Did any one see the truck?

If anyone saw that truck that drove over me in the midde ofe the night, please let me know. Hopefully you got its license plate number and everything. :o)

My sleeping has gotten all discombobulated, more than before. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful I sleep at all, refreshing or not. I now don't really make it to sleep until 2 in the morning. Last night it was about 1:30 in the morning and then today I woke as if I was ran over by a truck. Well, not so much as ran over, but ran over, then it back up on me, pulled forward, then ran over me again, something like that.

My brain woke up at almost 8:30am. Well, maybe it wasn't my brain that woke up, because I was not at all awake. Actually it was a text message on my phone that woke me. I was lucky that I fell back asleep and didn't wake back up until noon. I'm not a big fan of getting up at noon, but I consider that lucky, since most of the time when I feel like a truck hit me and my brain shut off I have to struggle with it and I can't fall asleep. So, I am glad. I may not have felt refreshed getting up, but I do feel better than the first waking.

No Lighthouse for the Fog

The term fog seem too light to me. They have allergy commercials advertising fog, but this fog is not an allergy type fog. This fog is an unexplainable misery. I think we need to make up another name for it, something to seperate it from the fog that "normal" people know.

I'm curious. Do you have a way to describe your fog? I am wondering if someone can put into words what I am describing too. Do you a name you think our fog should be changed to?

My little CFS Amazon store

I wanted to let you know about my little Amazon store. Right now you can find it on the right hand upper corner. It says CFSorSomething Store. I am working on making it more noticable.

I have been trying to fill it with supplements and stuff that are standard treatments and books, that are often helpful for chronic fatigue syndrome, plus other health items. Also, things to relax, de-stress, etc. Of course, I am adding fun stuff too. If there is anything so important, while being sick, it is keeping sanity.

I hope you take a chance to shop around and hopefully you find something of interest. The store is ran by Amazon and everything goes through Amazon.com and it has their same free shipping with $25 purchase. But, that only applies to Amazon.com items. To make sure ahead of time, just look on the items page and where it says availability, it will say where it is sold and shipped from.

Better day - let's accomplish something before it's gone.

Well, I am having one of my few "better" days. I don't call them good days, because they really aren't. I still feel that things are still not well, but they are better than normal. So, better is the best way to describe them without over describing them.

My "better" day started yesterday evening. I cleaned, did laundry, dishes and even started some spring seeds. The creativity I use to have was sitting on the surface waiting for me. I had so much I wanted to do, but at the same time felt a clock ticking telling me to do it now or wait till your next lucky day... days month or maybe years away.

My kitchen was the victim... winner of my ticking time of energy/clarity. My kitchen counters shoke from the shock of the feeling of a sponge and cleaner on them. I almost had to talk them through what was about to happen, to keep them from possibly falling apart from the shock of the foreign-to-them idea of cleaning.

It was almost midnight and I started to feel small signs, of this hard to describe feeling I feel, of this is too much. So, I decided to stop and find my friend the couch. Shortly after I stopped I got this horrible I am going to be sick feeling. The fear of being sick and possibly throwing up sent me to my bed in hope that I could beat the feeling and sleep.

Thankfully, I did, somewhat. The sleeping part wasn't easy though. But, it did happen, eventually. I even woke up feeling almost like I did last night, but the stomach issue was still lurking quitly, so I didn't do what I felt I could do. Every time I got of the tummy was threatening me. Thank goodness for laptops!

Hi

I am hoping I can keep up this blog up, of my uninteresting life as a hermit. I hope you stick with me through the excitement of going from my bed to my couch and then back again. Oooh, if only I had a webcam, just imagine the excitement :o). Yes, I am sure the suspense is killing you and you want to come back every day to hear if I stubbed my toe or tripped over my cat in my oh so exciting and miserable days.

If anyone does read this and doesn't fall asleep or throw their computer out of the window from boredom, I thank you! If you have any questions or if you feel that great need to speak after reading a post I very much welcome any comments or questions.