I’d say over the past six or more months I’ve needed extra sleep at the weekends in order to get by. I go to bed at a reasonable hour on Friday night. I’m up at the usual time on Saturday morning. I have an extra hour or so during the day and repeat the process on Sunday. The fatigue has grown from just needing a nap on one of the weekend days to both weekend days. Just before I go to bed for my afternoon naps I get the oddest sensation – I’m not exactly tired, it’s more as if I’ve already gone to bed and I’m dreaming. Someone has switched off my brain and my eyes are showing their “no one’s home” signs.
During the week I’ve coped reasonably well without the extra sleep during the day. Aside from PMT times, I’ve been alert and sharp.
I was a bit disturbed when my brain switched off last night. About 8pm I was finishing off a few emails, facebook posts, etc when all my sense was switched off. Despite being keen to watch the rest of the football game, I was unable to keep my eyes open and I dragged myself to bed at 8:30.
I can’t help but wonder if there was something different about yesterday that made me more tired than usual: I was having some sharp pain in my ovaries during the day.
Or is my body reacting to the exercise I’m getting in going to and from work? The last time I got this much exercise it was the summer of 2010 and I was going out at 6am for a walk to and from the station and still had plenty of time to get ready and meet my friend to carpool to work. Of course all that stopped when those horrid miscreants made me think I was going to be murdered and my mangy carcass thrown into a field… I still occasionally think about that day but I’m not filled with dread anymore. My home town is stupidly safe. I rarely have to remind myself of it now. Also, these days I carry items that would help me defend myself – nothing scary. Sometimes I just roll up a newspaper – a jab in a delicate place with a rolled up newspaper would easily enable me to slow down an attacker enough to let me get away safely. Don’t let the Hollywood films fool you – if you’ve managed to stop an attacker – run for your life! Don’t stop until you get somewhere safe. Then call the police.
Or am I not feeling myself because I need to have a period? The first day of my most recent one was 27thAugust. I probably should have given myself one when Helios and I were on holiday in November but I was so busy that I didn’t want to – and who could blame me really? My periods are bad enough now that I really need three days to get the worst of it out of my system and the next time I have enough time off work is at Christmas. While I’ve got all the time off between Christmas and New Year, it won’t necessarily be a pleasant holiday.
Hanging on until Christmas may be a challenge because, aside from the curiously-strong fatigue, I am having dull pain most days, sharp pain in my ovaries at times and a slight bleed through on some days. This after I insisted that I don’t have any blood apart when I’m getting my period… I doubt it’s a sign of something sinister. I’m probably still not accustomed enough to having longer and longer cycles.
When I finally get my surgery dates I’ll think about having another period while I’m off with that – with any luck I’ll be on so much medication that any more pain won’t be an issue. (?)
It’s at times like this that I’m ever so grateful that I’m accustomed to being organised because my brain isn’t working properly. For the past couple of days, particularly in the afternoon, I’m getting that woolly-headed feeling where I’m in a bit of a daze. I used to feel like this when I had fruit and yoghurt for breakfast and I’d wind up being in a mess for the rest of the afternoon. However, I know it’s not my diet because I’m having my usual egg/mayonnaise sandwich in the mornings (on low-GI bread) and for lunch for the past couple of weeks it’s been turkey with tomato, green pepper, low-GI Rye crisp breads and humus. A couple of days ago I tried a wheat pita at lunchtime with my obligatory seeds in and within an hour I looked about six months pregnant. when I’m most certainly not! Did I have a reaction to wheat? Within a few hours all had settled back down again but the incident made me wonder if there is anything else that I ought to be avoiding… I’ve made an initial appointment with a food tolerance expert to see what else I can be doing.
You may remember that I’m on a slightly restricted diet anyway due to my insulin resistance. When I first started getting diagnosed with my many maladies, I was told I had PCOS and insulin resistance. For the insulin resistance, I was told to limit my carbohydrate intake to 20g per meal per day; I started lose weight and feel like my old self after a month or two. Of course, I was depressed and my endometriosis diagnosis was in my future. My entire life needed changing in order to feel happy but the change of diet was a good start. At that point I didn’t notice any odd bloating, but so many things on my body seem to have given up working since then that I feel a bit of a lemon!
My interest was piqued when one of the gals at work did a food-intolerance test just about three weeks ago and now she’s been following the regime and she’s looking amazing. I don’t know how much weight she’s lost but because she’s only taking on board exactly what she needs, her body is obviously happier for it.