Before getting sick, if I saw a person wearing a neck brace I arrogantly assumed they were faking.
I was in superb health, what was
their problem? Didn't they know that a schedule of vigorous physical activity was essential for keeping a body fit? What was it about "use it or lose it" that they were not getting exactly? Physical activity was a stimulant for me, better than any drug, and I was perpetually upbeat and cheerful.
Humility for me means "to the earth". Ten years ago, I slammed into Mother Gaia with a thud. Overnight. I have been taught humility. While not as quick to judge, upbeat and cheerful are dim memories. I now get the experience of having others look at
me and wonder why I can't just suck it up. They say I look good. What
is my problem? Worst part is, I have no answer.
I know what it is like to bonk at the end of a run, bike, run event. To stumble past the bagel bar and face plant near the port-o-pottys. Next day I was feeling better than ever and ready to rumble. What did not kill me made me stronger. It was all about pushing myself to the limit and it felt great.
That ship has sailed. CFS aint like that. Rest has lost its efficacy. The exhilaration that exercise or employment used to bring is replaced with a feeling of weakness and dread. Ten minutes after starting anything, I used to feel my body shift into high gear and now I am moaning in agony ten minutes into any physical
or mental activity, and the knockout blow of post exertion crash is waiting to finish me. Post Exertional Crash is as if my body shuts itself down as a precaution so I don't damage it by continuing whatever activity I am doing. Similar to a electrical circuit breaker.
Yeah, I know tired. This is something else.
If I may take the liberty of including this link? It speaks to humility, I think.