My get up and go has got up and gone...
....yeah, it got up, packed its bags, and vanished without so much as a goodbye.
I genuinely can’t remember the last time I felt this physically drained, battered, and just… done. Not even during those brutal winter flus or the times I’ve pushed myself to breaking point. This is different. This is relentless.
Ear infections might sound minor to people who’ve never had one, but let me tell you—this is no joke. This is next-level, all-consuming misery. The pain started creeping in last week, subtle at first, just a little throb behind the ear. I brushed it off, told myself it was probably nothing, just a bit of sinus pressure or a weird tension headache.
I should’ve gone to the GP.
I should’ve listened to my body.
Now? Now it’s not just in my ears. It’s in my whole damn head.
My jaw aches like I’ve been clenching it for days. My eyes are sore, burning, twitchy—like I’ve been staring into headlights without blinking. My skull feels like someone’s taken a bike pump to it and is inflating the pressure by the hour.
And the fatigue…
I cannot stay awake. But at the same time, I can’t sleep.
My body is on shutdown mode, screaming for rest—but every time I close my eyes, the pain pulses louder. It’s like being trapped in a loop of tiredness and torment. A horrible kind of limbo where nothing brings comfort.
Even the stronger meds I’ve been given are only just starting to take the edge off—but I’m nowhere near okay. I feel wrecked. Defeated. I have even taken the week off work sick, something I never do, and I am going stir crazy about it.
And I’m pissed off with myself.
I’m the first person to tell everyone else to look after themselves, to not leave things until they’re unbearable—and yet I waited. Tried to power through.
Now I’m sitting here, completely floored by something that could’ve been nipped in the bud.
On top of all that, the stress is unreal.
Pain like this doesn’t just affect your body. It messes with your mood, your mind, your patience. The world feels too loud, too fast, and too much. You start questioning everything. Snapping at the people who try to help. Feeling guilty for being irritable, but also too overwhelmed to function.
Honestly, I wouldn’t wish this kind of pain on anyone. And I say that as someone who usually toughs things out without much complaint. But this? This is humbling.
So here I am—half-asleep, half in agony, trying to get through each hour with as much grace as I can muster (which, let’s be real, isn’t much right now).
If there’s one takeaway from this post, let it be this:
Don’t ignore your body when it starts sending signals.
Don’t “wait and see” when the pain keeps creeping back.
Get it checked. Get it sorted.
Because trust me—pushing through only works until your body decides enough is enough.
Right now, all I can do is rest, keep taking my meds, and hope that the next few days bring some kind of relief. I just want to feel human again. Even just a little bit.
