Saturday 24 September 2022

It's not your fault you haven't figured out pacing yet. (It's really hard).

Advice on pacing and life for those new to me/cfs or long covid


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One of the only possible good things to come out of the pandemic is that due to high case numbers, significant funding has been directed towards research into long covid. If anything is discovered, it will almost certainly also benefit patients with the long underfunded condition of me/cfs. 


But it’s heartbreaking when I find out anyone I know has been suffering from long covid. Up until very recently, I may have been having unnecessary jealous and surly thoughts about your shiny, happy, adventurous facebook pictures. But there is no way on earth I wanted you to join the fatigue club. Sure, it's possible to have an okay life with me/cfs. I have a good life, even. But at the same time it’s crap and I’d end this disease in a heartbeat if I could. I really don’t wish this upon anyone. 


I hope by now I have convinced all my friends of the extreme importance of pacing if suffering from post-viral fatigue. It’s the main thing I wish I knew how to do when I first got sick, and I believe I wouldn’t have deteriorated to such a low baseline if I had not repeatedly pushed myself beyond my safe zone in my first year. But learning to live with a brand new, invisible disability, without any guidance or even a diagnosis from doctors,  is very very hard.  Post exertional malaise (PEM), the hallmark symptom of me/cfs, also means you might not know you’ve overdone it until too late. So, while you should please use your strictest discipline to pace yourself very very carefully, don’t blame yourself if you don’t get it right, and overdo it and crash repeatedly for the first little while. 


This post is an attempt to compile some of my tips about pacing, and also living with a chronic illness for those new to post-viral fatigue. Pacing has both practical and psychological aspects. You will need to figure out new, practical ways to achieve certain outcomes while using less energy.  But you will also need to figure out how to accept your new limitations, to be more at peace with boring resting, when you would so much rather be living your old life, riding your mountain bike, bushwalking, dancing or whatever you like to do. 


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First off, if you have unusual fatigue after a virus, take it seriously, but don’t panic yet. Panicking is a waste of precious energy! Post viral fatigue, for a few months or more, is quite common and many people fully recover and never get sick again. BUT some people, like myself, who were previously very healthy and had no family history of anything like this, don’t recover. Ever. (Unless we find a cure, or a miracle happens). As yet, there seems to be no predicting who it will strike down. 


Most articles on pacing will say “always leave some reserves in your tank”, or “only use half the energy you have” and "rest between tasks". But, actually figuring out what is known as your ‘safe energy envelope’ can be very tricky. It wasn’t until I started using the heart rate monitor technique, that I learned just how slowly I needed to go. I don’t use the monitor much anymore, as after 6.5 years I have become much more in tune with the subtle signals that my body sends me when the empty-fuel tank warning lights are on. (Slightly sore glands, feeling slightly wired). 


You are going to need to do some strict energy-expenditure budgeting. Here is my first ever venn diagram, where I have tried to categorize some of the ways you use energy in your life. 




It had to be a venn because nothing really fits into any category neatly. I can see how things like ‘exercise’, ‘cooking’, ‘work’, ‘volunteering for x urgent and worthy cause’, and ‘playing with your kids’ may all fall into the middle of the diagram. 

But the point of this diagram is to say: 


  • Your first energy-draining things to drop are those that are primarily in the SHOULD category. This might be being an overachiever at work or school, overcommitting to volunteer tasks, having very high cleanliness standards, being a people pleaser, or exercising at a certain intensity every day without listening to what your body actually wants. 

  • Try and figure out if anything in either of the other two categories are actually more in the SHOULD category. You may have to let go of some pride, or expectations that have been placed on you by yourself or society. 

  • Figure out how you can modify things in the ‘have to’ category to be less energy intensive. This could be switching to online grocery shopping, getting a robo vacuum cleaner, asking for and accepting help from friends, using a stool in the shower, or figuring out lower energy activities to do with your kids. 

  • In the ‘want to’ category you can hopefully figure out creative ways to find enjoyment in life that are less energy intensive. Don’t neglect this part of your life, as joy is very important for mental health. Can you find some of the feelings you used to get from high-energy activities, but by using less energy? For example, I sit in the bush instead of bushwalk nowadays. There is so much detail to see in a small part of nature. I sit on a rock by the ocean instead of sea kayaking. I still feel the wind on my face and listen to the waves. I do gentle restorative yoga instead of yoga that involves any aerobic sequences. I can usually still go snorkeling in the summertime. Some people are able to ride electric bikes or other mobility devices. There are many low-energy hobbies, like writing, music, photography and art, and some people who used to play competitive sports now enjoy computer games. 


This is all much easier said than done. 


You are going to have to figure out how to be less attached to certain things that you valued about your identity. I was very attached to my identity as a fit, adventurous, reliable, independent, competent, bike riding person. I’m sure Buddhists have something profound to say about this. I guess that independence was always an illusion and your ‘identity’ a flimsy facade that life could deal a fatal blow to at any moment. Maybe that you need to regard it as a much more fluid, impermanent thing. 


You will need to let go of some of your pride. I used to feel pride about my ability to ride my bike up one of the steepest streets in my hometown. It was a benchmark I measured myself against. I loved exercise and the endorphins it gave me, but sometimes I probably exercised beyond what my body actually wanted, because I thought I ‘should’. I’ve also had to let go of pride of being an environmentalist who rode my bike everywhere, and got most of my stuff from op shops. I have to drive if I want to go anywhere now, and my ability to op-shop is limited. 


You will lose muscle and you might gain weight. You might not be able to work anymore. There is a deep-seated story in our culture that what you do, or look like, is what makes your existence worthwhile. This has been drilled into us in a million small and large ways since we were little. I am only just coming to terms with my 1-size fatter-than-it-was body, after 6.5 years.  You will need to let go of this bullshit. You are worthwhile just for existing. “You are a human being not a human doing” (Or a human looking). Your most important job in society now is looking after your health, including your mental health, as best you can. 


You will be deeply confronted by your own vulnerability. (For example, I am way more terrified of bushfires now). This was always going to happen at some point in your life. 


You probably feel very invested in plans you have made for the future, for work or travel. It’s really going to suck if you are forced to let them go. I’m sorry. Life deals curveballs to us all. We don't get to choose these things.


There’s also our fucked up capitalist system to deal with, with nauseatingly high house prices and rents. I hate that some of you may feel forced to keep working because you need to keep a roof over your head and provide for your family. That is an awful, unacceptable part of our society. I wish you the best of luck in figuring out a solution for your own personal circumstances. 


You will need to let go of pretending to be okay to your friends, families and colleagues. One you’ve figured your new boundaries out for yourself, you’ll need to communicate them to others. (I used to wear a blue hat to communicate when I was too exhausted to even speak to my housemates). You will need to work creatively with your significant others to figure out new ways of doing things. This will be an ongoing process but will hopefully get easier with time. I hope you have good people around you.


You will most likely need to schedule and prioritize some proper rest into your day, and be disciplined about this. I have been much more stable since I introduced daily compulsory naps. Proper rest involves lying down, eyes closed, no screens, no reading. I listen to an audio body-scan meditation, with headphones and an eye pillow. That usually leads to a nap. I do this every day, even when I don’t think I need to. Usually when I’m feeling the most antsy and frustrated (feelings that I would previously have used exercise to deal with), is when I need to have a nap the most. Baths are also good places for doing nothing except resting. Find activities that calm your nervous system, which can be restorative to your energy levels. I do some gentle yoga or qigong each day, and find slow breathing is also a useful practice. 


At some point you are probably going to need to stop clinging to hope of recovery. This might sound harsh, but its about fully accepting your present situation. It also doesn’t mean you let go of hope of having a good life, and hope that you can deal with the worst of the adjustment period and emotions surrounding CFS. You can simultaneously feel grief, sadness and a desperate longing for your old life, but also be overwhelmingly grateful for what you still have.  But it is wishful thinking and unrealistic hope for recovery that often leads to people overdoing things and crashing again when they have one good day. On the flip side, along with hope, you could also try letting go of fear and worry about the future. Today might be a day with terrible symptoms, but you don’t know that about tomorrow. You may be sick for the rest of your life. But you don’t know that yet. 


You will grieve. Your acceptance of your current condition will fluctuate, as will your physical condition. Relapses can be brutal. You will feel all sorts of unpleasant emotions. In the long run, allowing yourself to feel these emotions rather than denying or fighting them is probably the most healthy and least energy intensive thing to do. But perhaps there are some days that you are too sick to face them directly. That’s okay. Distract yourself with fluff on the tv, internet or in light hearted books. Seek a counselor if you think this will help. (I hope you can find a good one who is affordable and understands this particular illness). 


Never let anyone tell you to try graded exercise therapy. You know your own body better than any doctor. Here is the text from a recent series of tweets from a patient called Nina:


"There seems to be a trend among healthcare providers to promote graded exercise therapy for people with ME/CFS but call it ‘pacing’. They encourage patients to “do a little more each day” while also “Not overdoing it” because that “can lead to setbacks”. Here is why that is both dishonest and harmful: You can’t exercise your way out of ME/CFS. There is this perception that you can bypass exertion intolerance by keeping increments small. Spoiler: There is no “ME God'' who you can cheat or bribe so he won’t punish you. Every single patient I know has tried this approach, and has learned one thing: It is much easier to overdo things than to listen to your body and rest. People want to live, they want to move. Unless there is comorbid depression or simply misdiagnosis, patients will routinely have to be encouraged to rest more, not less. For some, resting enough will pay off, expanding their energy envelope a little over time. For others, it will keep them from sliding into severer stages of the illness. But even that can’t always be prevented. So what these providers are doing is turning our most valuable management tool into a manual for self harm. When patients improve, they will naturally expand their activities. We see this happening all the time! If you care for/about people with ME/CFS encourage them to stay within their energy limits. It’s a much harder thing to do than the opposite, even if no hero’s journey is ever written about the person who just stayed at home. Maybe it's time for that to change”.


I recommend joining an online support group, where there are many helpful people who collectively have thousands of years of experience and wisdom, and are very generous with advice for practical and psychological coping strategies. But be selective about what you read. Sometimes the posts are very depressing. Sometimes they are too desperately ‘treatment’ focused. 


As per my previous post, I recommend being cautious about ‘cures’ and ‘treatments’. You can read a gazillion books about different miracle cures, all with conflicting information. The supplement and ‘wellness’ industry is huge and unregulated. You can take so many pills you rattle, and spend thousands. (The only thing I’m relatively confident about is that it’s probably good to take some vitamin d if you live in a high latitude place over winter). You can still try (pretty much all unproven) ‘treatments’ but be aware of the financial and energetic cost and the  exhausting roller coaster ride of hope and disappointment they can take you on. 


Some people have, or will develop dietary intolerances. If that’s you, you probably need to do an elimination diet to find out what they are. Seek advice from a professional. Restricted diets are supposed to be temporary. Make sure you are getting enough nutrients. (There are free online diet tracking apps where you can input your food and find this out). Make sure you aren’t iron or b12 deficient, or coeliac through a blood test at your doctor. Find a diet that is sustainable for you. That is one that you enjoy, that gives you the least digestive distress and the most stable blood sugar, and that is achievable for you to prepare and eat on a low energy budget. Ignore what the silly people in books with their miracle-cure diets say. Sure, give them a crack if you want to. But you are the only one who can discover what the perfect (or good-enough) dietis for you. 


Although there is no cure for me/cfs, if you have symptoms other than fatigue, there may be some things you can try and target them. Talk to your doctor. I have had some success treating insomnia with herbal sleeping pills, and I think low dose naltrexone improved my brain fog and marginally improved my energy envelope when I first started taking it. It doesn’t work without pacing though - I still feel terrible if I overdo it and crash. 


It will probably be very helpful to read books and consume media by people who have gone through their own humbling disability journeys. However avoid ones that end up with the hero/ine become a paralympian or climbing mount kilimanjaro or something. People with fatigue are never going to be disability-inspiration-porn material. Many people with me/cfs are still hugely inspirational in terms of grace, acceptance, adaptability, kindness and compassion - but not in anything that involves pushing their body beyond their safe energy envelope. (Unfortunately there are not many hero stories in our culture that don’t involve the hero pushing through physical barriers). One of the best books I read was “How to be Sick” by Toni Bernhardt. It is a Buddhist perspective on chronic illness and contains far more helpful tips than are in this short blog post. She also writes her own blog here. (Although in my first year of illness when I was still desperately clinging to hope of recovery, I found it very confronting to read material written by someone who had been sick for over a decade). 


That is all the tips I can think of now. If you are one of the people with post covid fatigue, I’m so sorry. I wish with all my heart this wasn’t happening to you. It’s shit. I really hope you are one of the people who fully recover within a few months. I want to be jealous of your adventures again. But pacing is the most important thing you can learn regardless. And whatever happens, I believe “you can do this”. You might surprise yourself. I did. For me, the first year or two adjustment period was the worst psychologically, and physically as I repeatedly overdid it and crashed. But I still have a worthwhile, meaningful, and good life, even with this crappy illness, and sometimes exceptionally crappy days where nothing at all seems good. Those days pass. 


I wish you all the best. 


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PS. Here are some links to previous posts of mine that are relevant, listed from earliest to latest: 

- Missing and multiplicity (the second half)



Friday 5 August 2022

It's not your fault you're sick (An anti wellness-blog blog post)

This post is for my fellow sufferers of chronic illness. I thought that some of you might need to hear this. 

IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT YOU'RE SICK!


You are not a failure for not having “cured yourself”. 


I am saying this from the perspective of someone who was disgustingly healthy prior to getting sick. (A doctor once said those words to me when I went for a bus license medical). But I imagine it might be harder not to blame yourself if you have a messier background than I do, especially one that involves mental health challenges, or even just a life of working and partying hard and not really looking after your body, like most people do when they are young. Feelings of inadequacy about not being able to “cure yourself” can also be triggered when you are given unsolicited health advice from friends or strangers*, or if you have been reading too much stuff by predatory ‘wellness’ businesses who want to sell you some overpriced ‘cure’. ** 


I think that a lot of people can’t deal with the fact that they also live in highly vulnerable bodies, and it’s basically just highly tenuous luck that they themselves are still healthy. Recently I have been triggered by the cavalier attitude with which some acquaintances have been treating covid and their post-covid fatigue. I have been repeating myself like a broken record on social media  “Don’t push yourself! I was as healthy as you beforehand. I never thought something like this would happen to me. A post viral illness caused the end of my world as I knew it”. But, they either must not believe the extent of my disability, not believe it will happen to them. This can hurt, as it may reveal that they consciously or subconsciously feel superior to me - that what happened to me couldn’t happen to them. That I must’ve done something wrong, or be inferior in some way. But I used to have blissfully ignorant health arrogance too. And humans just don't seem to be very good with inconvenient truths.


Prior to getting sick, of course I wasn’t 100% perfectly healthy and wholesome. But I’d say I was above average. For example: 



  • I exercised heartily every day, not because I had an exercise addiction and toxic body image issues, but because I genuinely enjoyed it. 

  • I wasn’t athlete-level fit or anything, but I had A LOT of energy -  I used to ride my pushbike up Lynton ave (the steepest street in my home town of Hobart - a city of many steep streets) 

  • I slept well 

  • I only drank alcohol rarely and in moderation. 

  • I never smoked or took other drugs. (I was a daggy bushwalker, not a party animal.) 

  • I ate lots of (often organic) wholegrains, vegetables and pulses and never ate fast food as an adult. (I was a vegetarian for a couple of years in my early 20s, but never a vegan.)

  • I grew up, and still live, in Tasmania where we have some of the cleanest air and water in the world. 

  • I had a healthy and non-traumatic childhood. (I get that some people think we’re all traumatised just from living in this society and of course I have my quirks, weirdy bits, hurts and vulnerabilities, but also, I am a cisgendered, heterosexual, neurotypical, white woman without any mental health issues, who grew up in a loving, middleclass family and until me/cfs, had no major difficulties in my life. So beat that for privilege and ease)

  • As an adult I led a low-toxic-chemical life. I never wore make up or perfume, I hated stinky cleaning products, I didn’t even wear deodorant for many years (I was a dirty, smelly hippy who worked in the bush as a guide and ranger most of my working life.). Basically the only products I use are toothpaste and scentless soap, and nowadays some hippy-deodorant. 

  • I have no family history of ME/CFS or anything similar. There is no inbreeding in my family, I was born ‘naturally’ and breastfed. I was probably allowed to eat dirt as a baby. I was not a sickly child. I got colds and flus like a normal person. I only went to hospital a couple of times, once to extract a broken sewing needle from my foot, and twice for broken bones (I jumped off a swing at 8, and I rode my bike into a post at 15). 

  • I’ve always had a generally pretty happy “positive” disposition. I have a healthy skepticism though, and am not a fan of magical thinking, nor “toxic positivity”. 



Healthy wild beach frolic times, pre CFS



But, at age 33, I still got really, debilitatingly sick with ME/CFS. 


I’ve had SO many blood tests to try to find out why. I’m not deficient in anything. There is nothing abnormal in my tests, except glandular fever which isn’t even unusual, as most of the population is exposed to the Epstein-Barr virus at some point. In fact, according to a fancy blood test algorithm calculator tool that one of my doctors used, I’m over 80% healthy. (Hahahaha - yep, me who hasn’t been able to do aerobic exercise for over 6 years without being bedbound for weeks to months afterwards, and gets jealous of how much energy the old people have on the tv show “old people’s home for 4 year olds"!). 


I have tried a whole bunch of things to get better. None of them have made any noticeable difference. Some of them I have not seen any logic to, but I’ve tried them anyway, because I’m a desperate sick person, or some of them were free or gifted by friends. 


  • SO MANY SUPPLEMENTS. Thousands of dollars of supplements ( I am ashamed to admit).  (Zinc, iron, b12 injections, all the B vitamins, Vitamin C, Vitamin D, fish oil, NAC, Calcium, CoQ10, Magnesium, “Adrenal formula”, black cumin seeds, Lysine, oregano oil, PEA, curcumin, shilajat, anything I read about on any cfs blog). 

  • Various ‘detoxing’ practices such as epsom salt baths, saunas (thanks to the previous owners, we have one under our house!), dry brushing, and taking charcoal and clay pills. 

  • Because some hippies think electromagnetic fields (EMFs) are a thing, I “earth” myself every day (by touching the ground), and turn off the wifi at night. I even tried a grounding mat on my bed. I don’t have any major electrical things near where I sleep and I’ve never been good at remembering to carry my mobile phone around.

  • I have seen a psychologist, and done two courses of cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) (one for cfs and one for endometriosis). 

  • Acupuncture and Traditional Chinese Medicine (a bit here and there early on, then a dedicated 8 months last year)

  • Shiatsu, float tank, reiki, reflexology. 

  • Jumping in painfully freezing cold water and hyperventilating like Wim Hoff. 

  • Paleo diet, keto diet, low histamine diets, diets diets diets, bla, bla, bla.

  • To try and target my endometriosis (a coexisting inflammatory condition), I have tried yet more expensive supplements recommended by a naturopath, pelvic physiotherapy, special stretches and CBT. I have tried going on and off the pill, which I use to manage severe endometriosis pain, to see if that affected the cfs. 

  • Homeopathic antiviral woowoo drops from 2 different practitioners

  • POO TRANSPLANT! Yes I have actually tried a poo transplant. A friend generously offered his special shit, after having significant success treating his wife’s long-standing mental health issues with FMT. (We used the blender method. It was gross).

  • Two different medications for POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia) prescribed by a cardiologist - florinef and midodrine. Florinef means your kidneys retain more sodium and your blood pressure increases. Midodrine is a vasoconstrictor that increases your blood pressure. Also, electrolytes to raise my blood pressure. 

  • Mestinon - a medication for a different disease (myasthenia gravis), that I read a couple of anecdotes on the internet about helping with cfs. (I judged this to be a low risk experiment, and my doctor agreed, but its possible taking this drug contributed to my big crash in 2020. It correlated anyway). 

  • Buying an expensive HEPA vacuume, in case there was an unknown pollutant in my house (e.g. mould) making me sick. I also spent over $400 getting a mould test on my house, which didn’t reveal anything too bad, and have done a few blood tests, none of which are strongly indicative of a mould problem. (Mould, however, is a massive can of worms that I have barely scratched the surface of, due to the expense of international testing, and that the cure is to go live in a tent in the desert)

  • Drinking only filtered water for the past 3 years. 

  • Dark green smoothies made from garden weeds (and kale)

  • Four extremely woo-woo extremo-practitioners. (One said I was allergic to my wristband step counter and gave me some other tone-deaf advice like I should go to the beach more. Another one said someone has been very angry at me. Another “charged” some water with vibrations using a special machine connected to a computer that was connected to a device I put my hand on. Another told me she intuited that I actually knew what was making me sick, implying I was just in denial or something. Ugh.)

  • Had vitamin c infused into my veins! Twice! This was very expensive (over $200 a pop). (It’s supposed to be antiviral and was recommended by my integrative doctor.)

  • Various gut healing and parasite killing protocols. (More  diets. Diets diets diets bla bla bla). 

  • Dynamic Neural Retraining System. (Similar programs include Gupta program and the Lightning process). These are based on a rather dodgy theory of me/cfs, and basically you repeatedly tell your autonomic nervous system to stop being sick and get well. 

  • Red light therapy (a friend lent me a machine)

  • Craniosacral therapy (this unproven practice felt good at the time, and usually made me very wiped out after a session. I continued with treatments as I actually felt something, but gave up when there was no long term improvement.

  • Listened to SO many podcasts and read all the books in the library about recovering from me/cfs and other autoimmune conditions, and took copious notes, and thought wistfully “If only I could go see this practitioner in that country who seems to talk so confidently about curing me/cfs”. (Often ordered the supplements they mentioned, then got overwhelmed when they actually arrived and put them under the bed.)



Some things I continue to do because I like them and/or they help me manage my cfs. But they are management tools, not a cure. These include: 

  • 16:8 fasting

  • Yoga, everyday

  • Meditation everyday. (I even think about my chakras while meditating sometimes. It’s nice). 

  • Practicing sleep hygiene (this doesn't mean clean pjamas, it means putting down my screen at 9pm, and going to bed at the same time every night). 

  • Herbal sleeping pills when I’ve overdone it and I’m too wired to sleep. 

  • Time in nature as much as possible

  • Slow breathing practices

  • Eating organic kale and blueberries everyday. And a mostly plant-based, low carb, unprocessed diet, with a small amount of wallaby, chicken, eggs and cheese. Gluten-minimum and dairy-minimum. Lots of raw salads in summer, and warm cooked food in winter. (This is a diet that helps me have stable blood sugar, that I can sustain, feel satisfied on, enjoy, digest, and has enough nutrients - which I know because I've done a lot of pedantic diet tracking via an app)

  • Swims in nice cool water in summer

  • Low dose naltrexone. (I’m pretty sure this helped clear up my brain fog when I started it in 2018. I have no idea if it’s still doing anything.)

  • Lots of practices that calm down my nervous system that is overactive and gets very easily stressed these days (imaginary qigong, yoga nidra, tapping). 

  • Naps, every fucking day. 

  • Extremely cautious, boring and slow pacing of all my activities and constant vigilance of my body’s subtle signs that tell me I've done too much. (Using a heart rate monitor helped)



My friend Millie's cartoon of CFS treatment bingo



Of course, none of the things I have tried, I have done ENOUGH. Yeah I tried the paleo diet, but did I try it for long enough? Did I drink enough bone broth? Was it organic enough? Did I not buy the expensive-enough supplements? Should I have continued to take the woowoo drops instead of being a close minded skeptical person? Was I this close to a breakthrough when I pulled the pin on the TCM experiment after 8 months last year? Didn't I know you have to do at least six FMTs before you notice a difference? Also, I have not tried butthole sunning, or a coffee enema or anything with crystals. 


(Geez Jen, do you even want to get better if you haven't tried bumhole sunning?)


Huh. A friend who is a nurse told me about a grumpy, pessimistic patient who got better despite himself. He wished he could die, but his body didn’t let him. My body is the opposite. I mean, I’m sure the poor thing is doing its best. It’s just something has gone seriously glitchy. I have no idea why. It’s got to be epigenetic. It might be partly due something in the modern world, like a pollutant or toxin. There are several theories, and a good chance that me/cfs will be classified as an autoimmune disorder some time in the future. (I really do not want anyone I know to get long covid, but the more people who do, the better chance we finally get some research into long lasting post viral illnesses).


If you get sick yourself, I wouldn’t tell you not to try the things I have listed above, even if most haven’t worked for me. Everybody is different, and what doesn’t work for some, does work for others. But, you know what? You don’t have to! You do not have to keep trying expensive, unproven things to prove to society that you are trying your best not to be a sick loser. You don’t have to turn yourself into a pharmacological experiment. (You could do more harm than good). You especially do not have to try anything if you are under financial stress and can barely afford housing or food. Sure, some of the free treatments are worth a try - how else are we supposed to fill out time with CFS other than recreational supplement scoffing and special occasion poo transplants? (Bumhole sunning even looks like a very pleasant pastime, if you are lucky enough to have a private location and don't get sunburnt.) And who knows, maybe your fatigue isn't actually due to me/cfs, maybe you are just gluten intolerant and/or overstressed. So, definitely try going gluten-free, meditation and quitting things that make you stressed. But, you don’t have to do anything else. 


I am pretty burned out by trying all those things. (Especially stupid boring diets!). It is really hard to do experiments on yourself, as there are too many variables in day to day life. Myself and a friend often joke about our CFS ups and downs being caused by the position of Jupiter. I think that some people just get better naturally, then attribute it to whatever woowoo treatment they were doing at the time. (Maybe the woowoo helped them relax enough to recover). Maybe they didn’t have real cfs. It’s gonna be hard to tell until we have a widely available diagnostic test. There are millions of people with me/cfs around the world experimenting on themselves, plus increasing investment in actual research due to long covid. I’m sure I’ll hear about it if something actually reliably works. 



Damn you Jupiter!



So, please don’t feel personally inadequate for getting sick and not recovering. If you’re gonna blame something, blame capitalism for making too many of us push ourselves beyond what is good for us, and for producing a plethora of dodgy environmental toxins. Blame the patriarchy for ignoring diseases that mainly affect women. Or, you could not waste your time and energy on blaming anything. Especially not yourself. 


Here is a nice poem:

 

If you get sick, I love you


If you get sick

I will not tell you

You should've eaten better 

Exercised more

Taken herbs

Worn a condom

Stayed Sober

Been Safer


I will not try to figure out

at what precise moment 

of your particular, human carelessness

you contracted the disease.  


I will not tell you it's your fault

that you were selfish

or high risk

or reckless

with this body of yours

vulnerable as mine and

just as capable

of betrayal


I will not say

well, what did you expect

it was just a matter of time

you get what you deserve

you asked for it

Because if shame was medicine

We'd all be healed by now. 


I'll think about how viruses

are proteins, 

looking for hosts, 

and how we are animals, 

alive and desperate, 

warm blooded and whole, 

and how we are humans, 

exposed and terrified, 

making up stories of 

borders and boundaries, 

as if we live in

self-contained units

where nothing comes in

and nothing goes out. 


Honey - 

if you get sick, 

(when you get sick)

I will love you

I will ask what you need

to feel better

and I will do my very best

to get you that

cup of ramen

extra blanket

hbo log in

pack of spirits

grocery delivery. 


And I will keep loving these bodies

yours and mine

that are always our own and

always each others, 

porous and sublime, 

that make way for touch

as they make way for sickness. 


I will tell you that you're not alone

send you memes

and whisper your name

in soft prayers of healing

by the hot pink candle

on my window sill. 


I'll send my biggest rate and grief

to the state, the stars, the forces

that abandon us, 

that makes us go to work

and then pay for healthcare

and pay to survive. 



(I'm sorry I do not know who to attribute this poem to, apart from an instagram account called "69 herbs", which sounds pretty dodgy, but thank you so-far anonymous poet, you can be our imaginary friend.)




*I know most is meant well. 

** I believe many practitioners may truly believe in what they do, but there also many unethical businesses make money selling bullshit to desperate people.)





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Final note: There’s one thing I wish I didn’t do when I first had CFS, and that is push myself. But I don’t blame myself. I knew in theory that I had to rest and take it easy, I just didn’t know what that actually meant in practice. It was such a dramatic change from how I operated in my body for the prior 33 years of life when I would often push through sickness, with no major consequences, and I would exercise to get myself out of a funk.


I literally suffered from too much optimistic thinking in my first year of illness. I WANTED to go for walks so badly. I assumed I would eventually recover. I didn’t know how to read the signs of an impending crash - how a very minor ache in my glands could preclude weeks of crushing fatigue, or how surges of adrenaline and anxiety could also preclude a crash - feelings that I used to exercise to deal with. I hadn’t learned that I needed to have a nap everyday, even if I didn’t feel tired. No one gave me an operating manual for my new sick body. Post exertional malaise was a very confusing phenomenon. It was an ugly period of trial and error/ push and crash.  It wasn’t until I started pacing with a heart rate monitor, a year and a half later, that I learned just how very slowly I had to go. Even then, it was such a challenge to actually go that slow, because it was so boring. But it is the best thing that I have learned to manage CFS.



Sunday 2 January 2022

Twenty twenty one


Evening skies over kunantyi on the second last night of 2021


It seems to be that since the beginning of my life with me/cfs, almost six years ago now,  I have made a blog post at the end of each year, as a way of reflection. I don’t think I have a long post in me for 2021, as it was mostly, mercifully, uneventful. My life is mostly what I do on a day to day basis to manage my illness, which I wrote about in this rather long post a few weeks ago.


Facebook popped up a memory in late November, which lent me to reflect on this post I wrote, five years previous, when I’d only been sick for 8 months and was struggling to adjust to the comparative loneliness and boredom of my new, chronically ill, mostly housebound life. (BTW: Only 8 months, haha, who gets sick for a whole 8 months, let alone 5 years and 8 months and counting!?! Anyhow…..). The first year of my illness, which, although I could do more than I can now, and I had more realistic hope of getting better, was probably the worst mentally and emotionally. Plus I hadn’t yet practically arranged my life to be able to live well with at least 95% reduced physical ability, and nor had I learned to recognize the very subtle signals in my body when I reach the edges of my safe-energy-envelope (illustrated in this post) and to pace myself as much as I needed. But since that first year of what was literally, a horrible crash course in me/cfs, I’ve had a softer relationship with emotions like lonely and bored. I had another realization earlier this year that I not only must I accept and not fight these emotions, but I actually need them. Or at least, I need an uneventful life, with plenty of alone time. My body can’t handle much else without getting sicker. Therefore I grateful for a mostly uneventful 2021.


As per custom, here is my yearly steps graph, which happens to correlate pretty well with how well I am feeling, and also 25 nice things that happened, because I don't think you can go wrong with a gratitude practice.


STEPS per day GRAPH


*See notes on how I made this graph at the end of this post



TWENTY FIVE HAPPY THINGS

ONE. As visible on my graph, I am better than this time last year, and no longer below the miserable line. I got sneezed on by a small child in winter and caught a horrible cold/flu, which is the obvious spike down in August. It was a particularly snotty, awful one, and I suffered multiple sleepless nights coughing my lungs up, but eventually recovered, and luckily it wasn’t an overall setback. I’m SO grateful that I'm well enough to be able to leave the house again, I can mostly do my own grocery shopping and can go spend time in the bush again.


TWO: A week spent camping, swimming and looking at weird and wonderful things washed up on the beach at Bruny island in February, mainly with Millie and Garth and some resident dusky robins. Due to Garth’s illness (also me/cfs), which began over 13 years ago now, this couple are very experienced at fatigue-friendly outdoor skills like camping in the one spot for a week, whittling sticks, playing tin whistles and scrabble, reading, bird watching, making secret fairy gardens for children, people-watching, painting and beach combing. 

Sam, myself and Garth all have me/cfs (1 year(?), 6 years and 13 years). Boo! Sam and Garth's partners bought them silly-looking banana lounges from the tip shop and Garth is sitting on my thermarest chair. 


THREE: A week at Dodges Ferry in April, playing with the then 7-month old baby of my old housemate Matty and his partner Kayla, watching her very determined (and funny) efforts to crawl. I was also able to go in the ocean every day, and even, exhileratingly, do a bit of body surfing, which turns out you don't need a huge amount of energy for. (Being in the cool water gives me a boost too).

Home-mountain kunanyi, from a beach far away



FOUR: A small visit to the magnificent mid-east coast for my friend Shelley’s belated 40th birthday in May, where I hadn't been since early 2016. I saw the actual sun rise (the big bright ball of gas emerging over the ocean horizon, as opposed to pretty colours on the mountain), hooded plovers scuttling along the sand (cutest little birds ever, very endangered), I went in the ocean three times and got washing-machined around by the waves, and had an outdoor bath in dam water under the stars. It was a bit too far of a distance for such a short time, and I was exhausted and wobbly 2/3rds into the car journey (even as a passenger), but it was beautiful all the same, and worth the recovery time, which thankfully wasn't too horrendous.



Not the exact beach we went to, but similar.  I miss you North east Tasmania! )



FIVE: Going to the Mt. Field government huts three times, with friends, for fagus season (deciduous beech), snow season and waratah season. These cheap and rustic huts are about an hour an a half drive from my house, and once there, one can partake in activities such as napping, fireplace gazing, sitting on lichen-covered, dolerite rocks wearing lots of warm clothes and getting mountain weather blasted in your face, and hanging out with your favourite Tasmanian alpine plants. 

 I walked all the way around Lake Dobson on the third trip of the year!! I've only been able to do this 2 out of my 7 trips to Mt. Field since me/cfs, so its quite a feat. It is so so pretty. 

Tasmanian waratahs


SIX: Going to Swansea for a few nights with my friend Qug in September, which is peak wattle yellow-floral-explosion season. We saw Freycinet peninsular from far away (I miss you Freycinet), a whale jumping in the bay also far away, and she saw a spotted quail thrush, which has been a  lifelong ambition of hers, so she was delightfully excited. 

Thanks Qug and her covid Tassie travel voucher!


SEVEN: Living in the Tassie bubble with almost no covid to worry about for most of the year (until now, arrrrghkk). We had one three-day lock down, which didn’t affect me much, except I was upset I couldn't get into the Waterworks Reserve for my bush sit because the gate was shut, and wrote a grumpy facebook post about how it should be an hour of daily outside nature time, rather than "exercise" to be more disability friendly. But then I found a nice new different spot to sit in anyway, where there weren't even any imaginary, annoying, red-faced, sweating, puffing and panting exercising people to glare at me or call the police for not legally "exercising" under their particular ablist definition of exercise. Things, however are a lot more uncertain and scary now, with borders having opened December 15, the end of lockdowns, the new variant and waning vaccine effectiveness. (A situation to be taken one day at a time).


EIGHT: Having a relatively easy response to the covid19 vaccine, which I was nervous about, being an immuno-weirdo. I was prepared for a week of being bedbound and feeling disgusting, but that didn’t eventuate. After the second shot I mainly just slept for 14 hours, which was actually pretty good.

NINE: Getting an electric blanket. I've been a Tasmanian since I was 3 years old, but this was my first ever electric blanket. I recommend it! Also on the topic of warm things in winter, I tried a couple of saunas this year (we have one under our house, installed by the previous owners), which I hadn’t tried since the first year I got sick and I way overdid it when I decided to try and cook the Epstein Barr virus out of me, but just cooked myself into greater fatigue instead. This year I went much more gentle and it was quite nice. 

TEN: Eating really delicious food almost every day, like broccoli, hazelnuts, lemon, chili, garlic and haloumi, potatoes, local blueberries, stinky cheese and chocolate. 
Looks boring, but I'm making palaaak paneer from garden greens from scratch! Still grateful for my ability to cook for myself. 



ELEVEN: Getting more massages. This was a decision I made at the start of the year. I feel a bit embarrassed about how indulgent this is, but hey I am old enough nowadays AND financially comfortable enough to do this very nice thing for myself, and besides, I get very little physical touch in my life, and most of the things I used to enjoy (and spend money on) are no longer possible. The massages need to be very gentle to not stir up any stuff in my lymph system that makes me feel sick, but I've found a regular therapist who is good.

TWELVE: Eating delicious produce grown in the garden like tomatoes, beans, peaches and greens. Yum!


Thank you garden and people who have helped me look after my garden!



THIRTEEN: Having a working bee in my garden in October where lovely people came and pulled out tons of grass, uncovered my pigface flowers and planted a waratah and tomatoes. 

Look at these lovely humans! Yanti, Ink, Amity, Andrew and about 6 others. 



FOURTEEN: Reading lots of books and getting a library delivery volunteer, which took the stress away from asking friends, or figuring out how to get myself to the library. At a guess I reckon I might've read between 100 and 150 books, as having lots of horizontal time is my CFS superpower, and luckily I still have the brain-power to read. I like books.

FIFTEEN: Getting solar panels on our house in June, and watching the graph of solar production gradually increase as the days have gotten longer. (I like graphs).

SIXTEEN: A pretty good sharehouse vibe, no-one moved out and we didn't have to find any new housemates! Lots of talking shit and laughing in the kitchen, and also being respectful, quiet and tidy.

SEVENTEEN: Not being in constant pain, and being able to find pleasure in everyday things like breeze on my skin, furry dog pats, my daily delicious decaf coffee, winter sun and summer bare feet on grass. Very fortunately I don't have fibromyalgia as well as ME/CFS, and since I went back on the pill, my monthly endometriosis pain has gone down from an unmanageable 7/10 to a manageable 2/10, so I don't care what any hippies say about the pill, I think its great. (I did try a good 6 months of expensive naturopathic supplements for endometriosis a few years ago, but my pain kept getting worse and worse).




EIGHTEEN: Seeing a platypus in the Hobart rivulet.  

(There is no platy in this picture as I didn't have my camera out then, but there is is a very handsome duck on the lush, green banks of the Hobart rivulet)



NINETEEN: Going to an accessible yoga for chronic illness classes. And continuing to do daily yoga at home. I like yoga.

TWENTY : Getting a really nice new thermos so I can sometimes have my morning decaf coffee in the bush.




TWENTY ONE: Continued help from mum with laundry, changing my bedsheets and in the garden. Life would be a lot harder without her support.

TWENTY TWO: A present from my dad of a book about all the family history he’s been researching the last few years.




TWENTY THREE: Hearing boobooks and tawny frogmouth in the bush out the back, all the little birds in the garden (wrens, fantails, robins, spinebills, honey eaters, thornbills), and participating in the annual Aussie Backyard Bird Count. 

TWENTY FOUR: Trying out a new daily slow breathing practice before bed. My lungs and my nervous system think it feels good.


TWENTY FIVE: Spending a week in December in a bush cabin owned by some friends at Neika with some really cute things, like baby pademelons, skinks, pink robins, cascading boronia flowers and a creek.





I don't often share selfies, but here is my face, December 2021, 38 years old, in a forest in Neika. 




On reflection, it may seem like I did a lot. But it seems that mostly I was just at home in bed, lying on the floor with my legs up the wall, napping and reading books. I didn’t make much art or play my piano this year. But I had many more naps. I tried a Traditional Chinese Medicine experiment (report in link), some B12 injections and some new supplements, but I didn't notice any significant differences. I checked in with my regular doctors and repeated some blood tests, which found nothing new. My main achievement, if I can even claim any credit for it, was not getting worse, and in fact getting a little bit better than a year ago. I paced myself hard and introduced compulsory afternoon naps. But it was also the unknown forces of cfs that allowed it. 

Thank you to all the friends who drove me to, carried the heavy stuff, or otherwise facilitated the out-of-town adventures: Millie, Garth, Kayla, Matty, Lizzie, Yanti, Joy, Gaby, Qug, Sam, Maya, my parents, and my housemates for watering my extensive plant collection when I was away. 


It was a pretty reasonable 2021, and I’m also hoping for a mostly boring, but reasonable 2022 too :) 



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EXTRA SECTION FOR THE GRAPH NERDS 



*This graph is the 2-week running average of my total number of steps per day, as measured by a wrist band. It doesn't measure the incline of the steps, or my total energy expenditure, or any other exertion, like whether I do purely restorative yoga or try a few very minor strength exercises, whether I go in the water for a snorkle, or if I struggle to take the lid off a jar, or how much social energy I expend, so its not perfect. On the days where I was staying away from my on-a-steep-hill-house, at a flat place (especially when camping with the toilet a far walk away), I have decreased the amount of steps by half. However despite its imperfections, the steps graph is probably the best visual depiction I have of how well I am feeling. Below is a graph of the raw data of the steps just this year. All the spikes are where I was staying somewhere flat away from home for a few days.



Also, for graph-lovers (like me), here is a bonus  "number of days I went for a swim" graph, since records started when I started keeping a 10-year diary in 2013. 



 I made this graph, because going for swims (in natural water bodies, never in chlorine swimming pools) is one of the most happy and joyful things I do - both pre and post ME/CFS. It shows that before I got sick in early March 2016, I went for lots of swims all year around. (Winter swims in 2015, pre cfs, were particularly numerous, as I spent 5 weeks bushwalking in the Northern territory. And swims they were rather low in Feb/Mar 2015 as that's when I had a bout of pre-cfs fatigue). Winter swims are now non-existent, and swims all round less frequent, but at least summer swims can still exist. January 2021 was kinda crap, but February, April and May made up for it, and the latest summer is off to a good start.  (By the way, by 'swimming' I mean, getting submerged in the water, not doing laps or anything). 

Ok, bye for now :) 


Me swimming in Lake Dobson December 2021 :)