In the fall of 1999, I went chronic with CFS.
After six weeks, my most recent bout of chronic fatigue syndrome did NOT disappear. Rather, it stayed with me, symptoms not quite so severe as they’d been, but there all the same. All the time.
I tried to go back to regular life. Obviously a mistake but I had no way of knowing at the time. I still didn’t know what was wrong. Didn’t know I had CFS.
I felt like I was shaking most of the time. It was hard to focus my thoughts, to think my thoughts. To understand what other people were saying, to speak. Working with numbers got difficult. I’d never been a math whiz, but I’d have said I could handle myself in the numbers arena. Until now.