Yes, like you and many others I now suffer suffer from chronic fatigue after contracting Covid. Though this may actually be hyperparathyroidism and the dear old NHS is slowly working through its catalogue of tests to determine if this is indeed the case for me. Either way it is disabling. When I was feeling particularly useless I wrote this, though it must be said that some days are better than others and it does not represent how I am ALL the time!
Ah Roger, I really recognise all of this. I think it's always valid to write about how you feel at a certain time. That fog and greyness throughout the poem, and the idea of being 'robbed' really resonate with me. The NHS is a wonderful thing, but ill-equipped for much of the complex modern diseases. My own experience was equally as frustrating. Thanks for sharing your words, and if it helps at all, I now feel sooooooo much better. Not all the time, but back to regular amount of activity most of the time.
I always tell my nieces my hobbies include being cozy and sleeping. Love a bit of rest.
They are my two most favourite states.
Yes, like you and many others I now suffer suffer from chronic fatigue after contracting Covid. Though this may actually be hyperparathyroidism and the dear old NHS is slowly working through its catalogue of tests to determine if this is indeed the case for me. Either way it is disabling. When I was feeling particularly useless I wrote this, though it must be said that some days are better than others and it does not represent how I am ALL the time!
CFS
This grey tide that swells about me
This dull ache of time
This turgid press of incompletion
Erasing what was mine
A failing crush of expectation
Aching in my brain
Taking all my concentration
To hang in and remain
A lassitude of broken insight
Mocks me from about
Stuck and bound in this inertia
Mired in my doubt
Cures abandoned in the frenzy
Of science’s quick buck
On the waiting list for rescue
But we’re out of luck
Taken in the broadest daylight
Robbed in plainest sight
I have lost the things that give life
I have lost the fight
Fatigue is my constant sorrow
Thinking is confused
No longer are there plans tomorrow
The future is refused
Ah Roger, I really recognise all of this. I think it's always valid to write about how you feel at a certain time. That fog and greyness throughout the poem, and the idea of being 'robbed' really resonate with me. The NHS is a wonderful thing, but ill-equipped for much of the complex modern diseases. My own experience was equally as frustrating. Thanks for sharing your words, and if it helps at all, I now feel sooooooo much better. Not all the time, but back to regular amount of activity most of the time.