Life is not fun if a friend visits you and you have to ask them to leave after 15 minutes because chatting with them is causing symptom flares that drive you into bed.
Life is not fun if you lie in bed feeling nauseous, achy, dizzy, feverish, and with sinus irritation that is so bad that sneezing fits are a routine part of your life.
Life is not fun if you feel so sick you can’t handle a ride to the doctor.
Right now even lying flat in bed doesn’t reduce the symptoms as much as it used to.
I don’t tell any of my old friends how awful my life is because it’s such a downer. But I’m telling you because you know how it feels. And right now it is much worse than usual.
This illness waxes and wanes. And I hope I have the strength to make it to the next point in time when it’s not so horribly awful. But right now I wonder if it will ever come. Because I’ve been suffering with this so long it gets very hard to keep my hopes up.