my long covid/chronic fatigue improved SO MUCH last year that I started thinking maybe I'd fully recovered
nope
this month my hubris caught up with me
I've been pushing and pushing toward making biking my primary form of transportation
at first it felt fantastic, not being stuck in a stuffy car, feeling the wind on my face and the pleasant weariness of muscles well-used
then things went gray around the edges and my good mood drained away and I kept pushing because I'd set a goal and it had felt so good, I just needed to get myself out there and I'd feel better once I was going
then I crashed
the thick fog of fatigue came over me and I spent a full weekend nearly catatonic, just a lump in my chair
"oops, overdid it," I thought, "better rest a bit before I try again"
rested a week
tried again, running now on pure determination, desperately reaching for that delicious feeling of being full of energy and cruising through the city streets
this time the fatigue crash hit twice as hard
it's been a week now and I'm still foggy
back to rationing out my spoons
back to gaming every day because it's the only pastime I have energy for as I wait for bedtime so I can fall asleep.
the recovery is painstakingly slow. this weekend I was able to do a bit of housework and go meet up with an acquaintance for a walk.
and I want to be clear: things are so so so much better than they were at the worst. I'm going to work every day. I'm cooking and doing housework and even socializing a bit
but the thick haze of fog is back and I did not miss it
I've accepted that "biking as primary form of transportation" is not a goal I can have right now. Maybe if I got an e-bike with a throttle, the kind I turned my nose up at, the kind you can ride along on without doing any work if you're not up to it.
Now it's just. Waiting and resting as the fog slowly, slowly clears until I can think again.










