This week, Freddy Fibro seems to have settled into a bit of a routine. I can’t really say it has been bad, but neither can I say that it has been good. What it has been is changeable, rather like the weather we’ve been having hereabouts over the past few days.
It’s all been a little bit of this and a little bit of that. When I have felt fairly good, I’ve been tidying, sorting and decluttering the items I have amassed in connection with all the crafts I like to dabble in. Because I flit from one craft to another, I have ended up with a lot of craft stuff. That, in turn, means that tidying, sorting and decluttering is, necessarily, a huge task. (*blushes gently) I am determined not to become overwhelmed by job and am taking it in tiny, bite-sized pieces. Actually, I have little choice but to tackle the job this way as there isn’t much energy flying around my body at the moment!
I am finding that, having set to tidying and sorting, I soon run out of energy. The manifestation of the fatigue has altered: whereas, previously, the fatigue has hit me like a 10-ton truck, this week it has crept up on me. It’s difficult to put it into words but it feels as though my mind and body are responding to sub-conscious signals. It doesn’t feel like fatigue initially. However, the telltale pain in the thoracic region of my back comes on very quickly and I do have to rest. My periods of activity are short, whereas the periods of rest are longer than usual. Despite that, I am getting on with my major sort-out. Shame I can’t “sort out” Freddy Fibro, isn’t it?