ME Stories

Each day after work I would trudge up a slight incline approx. two blocks to my car park. I knew each day it was becoming more difficult but like the child's story of the little red engine, I would puff and puff, repeating over and over to myself, I think I can, I think I can. Well one day I got half way and my legs were like concrete and burning. I was humiliated as I needed desperately to sit but there was nowhere. I simply slumped to the ground and had to rest on the gutter, I was in uniform from work and prayed that no one would see me. It was half an hour before I could pick myself up and driving home I felt like I would if I was drunk behind the wheel. I stopped driving after that day and asked my husband to drop me off at work and pick me up for the next few years I was still able to work.

When I told my doctor what had happened that day his response was keep up with the walking and you will get better. I left his office and went home and cried and cried as I could not believe someone could say such a thing, my world had come crashing down because I refused to listen to what my body was telling me and now I also had to stop listening to my doctor.

I am managing to live with Chronic Fatigue now instead of constantly fighting it, I no longer work, don't go out much, don't have many friends. Exercise only when I feel up to it and rest between everyday chores. I have found a way to live. It would have been easier if the medical profession was able to have been supportive along the way.


ONE COMMENT ON THIS POST To “The little train wreck.”

  • neena

    December 27, 2015 at 10:45 pm

    You speak for so many.

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