My Bowel is Going Night Night

First, forgive me for the length between posts. I have been attempting to keep up with a post a week; but hte last few weeks, I was just so indecisive about what topic to tackle next. Don't get me wrong - there is plenty to talk about and rant on; but my IBS-Muse just wasn't attacking (so to speak).

I have talked a lot about the pain associated with IBS. And yes, that is a big part of this chronic illness (as well as many chronic illnesses). But this last week, I have been suffering from a different symptom that affects day to day life: fatigue.

For the last week there has just been this aura of constant dragginess and drowsiness. I have been sleeping just fine. Eating fine. Staying hydrated. Stress levels are normal-ish. But if you let me go home right now, to my bed, I could easily sleep the next 18 hours with no difficulty.

This is different than depression. For me, when I have fallen into a depression - the will to get up and face the day is gone. It is like a lead weight on your chest keeping your from moving and taking away your want to move.

The fatigue with IBS; I can get up and go through my day. There is no lead weight. It is a general sense of "tired". I feel like I have been pulling all-nighers for final exams multiple nights in a row and caffeine is the only thing keeping me human.

My eyes want to close. My muscles feel as though they have been put through the ringer. It is like the last few days of a really bad flu that knocks you on your ass; only all the time.

And I feel like these types of issues are what gets forgotten. When someone asks you how you are feeling and you reply with "exhausted" there is an expectation for the reason you are so exhausted. People assume you are over-working yourself, you hit the gym too hard, you couldn't sleep all night; but in reality....you are just tired. Your body is trying to catch up on healing (especially if it has been some time between flare-ups).

Now, I get through my work days in a daydream of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals to cuddle. Because even as I type this, I feel as though I could take a nap on this keyboard.

Alas, reality doesn't allow that to happen. Bills have to be paid. Relationships have to be kept up. And when this symptom lingers along, the bed is just a dream. Time doesn't stop for IBS.

Comments

  1. My parents just visited for a week. Not even a week, Monday through Thursday. I feel like a steam roller pancaked me on the highway in 110 degree heat. I totally get the exhaustion. I hope it passes soon.

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