For most people catching a bug is inconvenient, and never very nice.
For me catching a bug is one of the scariest things in the world.
To start with you don’t know if its actually a bug or if it is a crash, a contamination of food, or just some lovely new symptoms to add to the list.
You try to carry on, plodding through the daily to do list until the bug takes hold and in my case this week leaves you passed out on the floor.
So then you take it easy and you hope it will pass quickly – just like any normal person would.
Now 4 days on I should be feeling better, but the overwhelming fatigue is still here. I cannot stand or do anything for very long, and I daren’t even consider leaving the house under my own steam.
So then I start wondering is this just a bug or has it struck me back into relapse?
I feel today how I felt a year ago.
I have worked so hard in the last year to get myself back to what almost resembles normality. To have all of that taken away by a small insignificant bug is just not fair.
I’ve written this to share my worries, now I shall go back to thinking positive. For one of the awful catch 22s of M.E is the more you worry and stress about it the longer the recovery will take.