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.