One of the weird aspects of moderate-severe to me is the level of self gaslighting.
When I was more mild, I focused on living. Even if I crashed a few times a week, I still had a life - though much more limited than I realized. I kept having to adjust my career or plans because of health, or come up with excuses to myself why I physically couldn't do certain things, but I was still doing stuff.
Then when I'm fully bedbound, there's nothing to think about other than getting through the next minute.
I find moderate-severe a weird state - where I've been for years now. Most days I can make it to my desk a few feet away and use the computer. So I keep thinking I can do stuff. But I crash from anything that requires concentration, can't listen to music for more than a few minutes, etc. I can make phone calls, but only maybe two per day (limited time) - and can't concentrate too hard or talk too loudly.
Yet that all seems ridiculous, so I start thinking: why am I not trying more things? Forget that I've seen 50 doctors over 25 years - there's always something more to try. Trying Xyzal at the moment, along with Mucinex for some coughing and phlegm issues. Tried ivermectin recently (did nothing for me). Including supplements, I've tried over 200 things just in the last 5 years.
But there's always more I could've done, so I still feel like: how tf am I not able to find a way to improve. And yet I also am aware that for most people in my condition (decades of illness, multiple gradual or sudden worsenings, etc), there's no improvement on the horizon. Of course, the few people remaining in my life also don't understand, which doesn't help. I don't really want to even try to explain it to them, because even well meaning people are just like, "What did the doctor say?"
Anyways, nothing really to say - just venting on the cruelty of an illness where I can make it to my computer and feel like I should be able to access the world, yet one 30 minute videochat crashes me for about 7-10 days.
When I was more mild, I focused on living. Even if I crashed a few times a week, I still had a life - though much more limited than I realized. I kept having to adjust my career or plans because of health, or come up with excuses to myself why I physically couldn't do certain things, but I was still doing stuff.
Then when I'm fully bedbound, there's nothing to think about other than getting through the next minute.
I find moderate-severe a weird state - where I've been for years now. Most days I can make it to my desk a few feet away and use the computer. So I keep thinking I can do stuff. But I crash from anything that requires concentration, can't listen to music for more than a few minutes, etc. I can make phone calls, but only maybe two per day (limited time) - and can't concentrate too hard or talk too loudly.
Yet that all seems ridiculous, so I start thinking: why am I not trying more things? Forget that I've seen 50 doctors over 25 years - there's always something more to try. Trying Xyzal at the moment, along with Mucinex for some coughing and phlegm issues. Tried ivermectin recently (did nothing for me). Including supplements, I've tried over 200 things just in the last 5 years.
But there's always more I could've done, so I still feel like: how tf am I not able to find a way to improve. And yet I also am aware that for most people in my condition (decades of illness, multiple gradual or sudden worsenings, etc), there's no improvement on the horizon. Of course, the few people remaining in my life also don't understand, which doesn't help. I don't really want to even try to explain it to them, because even well meaning people are just like, "What did the doctor say?"
Anyways, nothing really to say - just venting on the cruelty of an illness where I can make it to my computer and feel like I should be able to access the world, yet one 30 minute videochat crashes me for about 7-10 days.