I hope you are feeling better kinky :( I hate not being able to move as I used to. At the moment I'm doing pretty well, but I'm planning some things at work that will require quick walks back and forth across town everyday, and keep putting it off. But I thought yesterday I had best do this now, when it's actually possible, instead of waiting and finding out I can't do it at all. (And yet, I'm thinking, not today! How about I start next week...)
Hi fuzz! Welcome back! I've name changed yet again, but we've met before :) I understand about the social anxiety. I have to occasionally take break from MN otherwise it just ups my anxiety level overall. DH doesn't understand, as for him the internet is a static thing you can look at from the outside. For me, it's like being in a room full of chattering people. And that just drains me.
Sorry to hear about your relapse. :( Although does it help to know that your story gives me some hope that there can be good bits, too? I'm desperately trying to figure out how I can manage to get things done. I've come up with a few more strategies -- for example, I've found I seem to have what I can an 'asymptote' effect: I'm so tired after a day of work, that a little bit more doesn't really seem to have any further knock-on effects. So I am trying to do things in the evenings after work that I used to do on the weekend, and then end up not getting rest. However, I do think there might be a limit to this. Last week I ended up with quite bad stomach cramps one evening, and I think it was because I did too much that day.
I have a terrible sneaking suspicion that my 'stomach bug' of a few weeks ago was in fact an ME thing instead. It hit right at the typical time: Wednesday afternoon, after a second weekend of activity, which was a massive weekend (we went away). Although I hope not. I guess I'll just have to see if it happens again. It would be very scary if it was ME, as I was quite literally unable to move. Any movements would cause massive stomach cramps and I'd end up collapsing. DH even had to move my feet for me to get them under the covers.
And oh, I also get fuzz, that guilt feeling over other people who have 'real' diseases. I feel like why should I complain, I'm not actually dying or anything...