August 31, 2005

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome at Work .... shhhhhh!

OK, I'll keep my voice down, but here I am writing my entry from work... I did finally get clearance from the NHS occupational health bods and so have resigned from my job at the most parochial newspaper on earth. Hoorah!

I moved house on Saturday. By mid-afternoon I was flagging. I made the sensible decision to pay people to move me, so I didn't have to do any carrying or lifting. Some people would call that lazy. I used to argue with them, but now can't be bothered. Packing and unpacking are my two least favourite things (along with unreliability and actions not reflecting words). I always feel like such a weedy wuss and run out of steam and then can't do anything. Luckily I have moved in with R, someone who gets all this. When I got back from work last night he had dinner on the table. Fabulous!

Today another friend e-mailed me and asked me to help with her move... I paid people to do mine, I'm not wasting my limited energy on someone else's. I feel bad saying no. I'd love to be someone who can heave and heft things anywhere - my friend K is like that. She's a forklift truck driver. I just have to accept the fact that I am a hothouse flower, not a hardy annual.

Am commuting now I've moved, so super-tired each evening. Will be glad when my new job starts - just down the road from where I now live.

Another thing about living there is the stairs. Hate stairs - nearly as much as packing and unpacking. I've lived in single floor flats for the last eight years and now I live in a house where if I plan badly I have to go upstairs and fetch things. That's really quite tiring and a bit annoying. Maybe I'm just unfit.

Nothing much else to report really - too tired to remember!

Posted by Sleepy Sal on August 31, 2005 7:36 AM