I had another odd reminder of just how backwards my everything is wired today.
With chronic fatigue, making food happen is a chore. So what did I do first thing this morning? Poured some vinegar on some chips that had sat out overnight and ate those. And then I kept thinking about potato wedges and how those would be nice, so I made some for lunch… and inhaled the entire lot. Sat there, still felt a little hungry, but like… mainly good. And somehow, I ended up bopping around and getting little chores done, and feeling a bit clearer headed, and well. Considering that potatoes are supposed to be less than ideal due to high glycemic index or whatever, I’m slightly amused that I feel so well. I’d mainly gone with it because potatoes are one of the few things that don’t make me queasy right off; even toast makes me queasy. Anyways, I might have to repeat testing tomorrow, because delicious (and yanno, science).
I’ll add here that I am not looking for any dietary advice — most of what works for me to make me feel halfway decent is completely opposite of current ‘wisdom’. ;D
It could also be that the antidepressant dose is finally starting to settle in and do its work. I’ve noticed that the dizziness has been lifting slightly, which is yay. I hate being dizzy and have dealt with it as a default thing for too much of my freaking life. Having it come back was more stressful than I can express, even if it’s likely just a short term thing. Plus yanno, it’s no fun to have anxiety spiking out of the blue (preaching to the choir on that one, obvs). I have to wonder how I made it so long without diagnosis or treatment… smoking lots of Marlboro Reds, I guess. Sigh — even after six years smoke-free, my chest still clenches in desire for my beloved cowboy killers. I’m glad I quit, but still — in my pre-diagnosis days, it was probably the best thing I did for keeping sane.
Past that, it was very warm today… if by warm, one means high 60s. I guess I have acclimatized, considering I used to happily bask in the 100+ degrees of my native Texas. Not in a sunbathing way, just — I liked it as I passed from one air-conditioned place of safety to the next. Air conditioning isn’t a thing in British homes, but unlike our previous residence, we can get a proper breeze moving through here, and that’s lovely.
Hope everyone is doing well.