So. I am lay in bed again. Fatigued, hormonal, aching and full of wind. I don't want my husband or my son affected by this so I try to play down the symptoms. I am pig sick of feeling about a hundred years old and fit for nothing.
I have fought through the tiredness and stomach pains most of the day and I missed telling my son a bedtime story because I couldn't fight anymore. How many other things will this stupid thing rob from me??
My friends and family know me as a loud mouth with energy and enthusiasm. This illness makes me sluggish and quiet. My brain is so drained that I struggle to think and make sense. I should be visiting my dejected friend or helping my single mum sister. I should be cooking my family tea and walking the dog.
I feel weak and unhappy. I feel like a burden. I hate this.