Stay off the Internet and take lots of naps
This was the advice my doctor gave me in early October after I complained about being under a crushing--and worsening--fatigue I'd been under since May. I was relieved my worse fears--something horribly permanent like MS or pernicious anemia--couldn't be confirmed at that point. I all but thanked her when she told me I had mono, a significantly less serious, though permanent--the body heals, but the virus that causes mono stays with you your whole life--condition.
My doctor knew by the concerns I expressed that I'd been feverishly researching anything that could cause fatigue. And I, the hopeless dramatic, had let my imagination get the best of me.
But what did come as a surprise was just how much mono could interrupt life...and particularly work. I sunk last summer into a fatigue that I couldn't snap out of. A writer with a strong work ethic--and a driving type A personality--I've been in the habit my whole life of running myself to the ground 'til I can't go any farther. But I've always recovered. Until May.
I knew after a couple of weeks of being unable to function normally that something was wrong, but I never thought to talk to the doctor about mono.
The condition worsened over the summer. I struggled to cover press conferences and debates because I couldn't take notes on important details and quotes delivered just a second earlier. My concentration was just gone, and no amount of caffeine would bring it back.
This year I've struggled to trim the hedges in a week's time, a task that's always taken me about a day. I've had a difficult time carrying groceries in the house, opening pill bottles, holding the newspaper. For about six weeks this fall I constantly felt like I was walking chin-deep in a lake. And even now I'm afraid to walk further than one-eighth of a mile from my house or my car because I don't know whether I'll be able to walk back. I still often have stabbing pains in my sides from where my internal organs were affected by mono, a condition which, from what friends say who've had mono, probably won't abate for at least several more months.
What's it to you? Probably not much, I know. Except sharing all this helps clear my conscience. I feel like I've abandoned my beautiful pink lap top and my job, political writing, which I dearly love and miss.
The moral to the story is, to all you overworked, caffeine-addicted politicos out there, take care of yourself. You're no good to anyone in the hospital or dead.
As for me, I'm still avoiding Web MD, the website for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and the like as if they were the plague. I'll probably have to take at least a nap-a-day for the next year or so. And I'm trying to avoid sugar this holiday season--except for maybe a sugar plum or two.
My doctor knew by the concerns I expressed that I'd been feverishly researching anything that could cause fatigue. And I, the hopeless dramatic, had let my imagination get the best of me.
But what did come as a surprise was just how much mono could interrupt life...and particularly work. I sunk last summer into a fatigue that I couldn't snap out of. A writer with a strong work ethic--and a driving type A personality--I've been in the habit my whole life of running myself to the ground 'til I can't go any farther. But I've always recovered. Until May.
I knew after a couple of weeks of being unable to function normally that something was wrong, but I never thought to talk to the doctor about mono.
The condition worsened over the summer. I struggled to cover press conferences and debates because I couldn't take notes on important details and quotes delivered just a second earlier. My concentration was just gone, and no amount of caffeine would bring it back.
This year I've struggled to trim the hedges in a week's time, a task that's always taken me about a day. I've had a difficult time carrying groceries in the house, opening pill bottles, holding the newspaper. For about six weeks this fall I constantly felt like I was walking chin-deep in a lake. And even now I'm afraid to walk further than one-eighth of a mile from my house or my car because I don't know whether I'll be able to walk back. I still often have stabbing pains in my sides from where my internal organs were affected by mono, a condition which, from what friends say who've had mono, probably won't abate for at least several more months.
What's it to you? Probably not much, I know. Except sharing all this helps clear my conscience. I feel like I've abandoned my beautiful pink lap top and my job, political writing, which I dearly love and miss.
The moral to the story is, to all you overworked, caffeine-addicted politicos out there, take care of yourself. You're no good to anyone in the hospital or dead.
As for me, I'm still avoiding Web MD, the website for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and the like as if they were the plague. I'll probably have to take at least a nap-a-day for the next year or so. And I'm trying to avoid sugar this holiday season--except for maybe a sugar plum or two.
