Do you believe in ghosts? I don’t know whether I do, or not. I’ve never seen a ghost but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, it simply means that none have appeared to me. I do believe that some people have abilities that we don’t exactly understand, although there are lots of charlatans who take advantage of people.
I can hear all the question marks knocking about in your head as you read this, wondering what on earth I am rabbiting on about. Allow me to enlighten you.
I have noticed what I think is a slightly weird phenomena. (OK, OK, FPR, I know that’s wrong, I typed it deliberately just to wind you up!) No, what I noticed was a weird phenomenon.
I seem to have developed an internal Early Warning System which lets me know when Fatigue is rushing in my direction. When I have been doing something for a while – it could be for any length of time from five minutes upwards – a knowledge comes upon me that I should stop. I don’t feel tired or fatigued. In fact, I often feel that I want to continue what I am doing. However, there is a voice in my head that tells me I should stop. I then find that within, literally, a minute or two, Fatigue has arrived for a visit. It really is most peculiar as the knowing can come at any time – it doesn’t appear after a certain period of time. As I said above, it can be five minutes after I start, or it could be 45 minutes but, regardless of how long it takes to happen, the Fatigue follows hot on its heels.
You may think that it is a self-fulfilling prophecy: that I think I might get tired and so I do get tired. However, it doesn’t seem to be. It matters not whether I continue what I am doing or take a break, Madame La Fatigué arrives with her suitcase looking set to outstay her welcome – just like the archetypal mother-in-law.
Generally, when this spooky starts, I will stop what I am doing. I have found that when Madame L F arrives in this manner, she packs a real punch. She sure does like to make her presence felt! These are the times when my every muscle screams to be allowed to fall in a heap wherever I am standing. The times when I don’t have the energy to knit, or surf the net; when I’m too exhausted to cope with even the most mindless programme on television; the times when I simply sit and do nothing. The strange thing is that this utter exhaustion isn’t any indication of how long I will feel unwell: I may feel much brighter after 10 or 15 minutes, or I might feel lousy for three or four hours. There is just no knowing.