I’m tired of tireding. I don’t like it and would just as soon move beyond it and never again need to deal with it.
I’d love to start a day out full of energy from the night’s sleep like everybody else. Unless God steps in – again – that will never happen again in this life. I awaken tired regardless of the amount of the previous night’s sleep.
Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is a CI – a chronic illness – and is not funny. So is Chronic Nutrition Deficit, Malabsorption Syndrome and all their in-laws. I deal with them all.
Cause of mine? Essentially, no small intestine. “Hello, Google.”
Unless you know the ‘tells’ and know me, you’ll never know I’m a “CI” by looking at me. We don’t carry cards or wear lapel pins, and I don’t show off my scars. When things get challenging – and they do – I’m just absent. I don’t emerge until my smile and sunny attitude are back in place.
“CI”s are some of the most resilient, joyfully-tough, tenacious, amazing people I’ve ever known. CIs don’t want your pity – just your understanding, especially when they get hot real fast at someone muttering, “Well, you don’t look sick.”
Anybody dealing with a CI can give up and die. It takes guts and, in my opinion, a strong spiritual foundation to live as a “CI” and be an encouragement to others.
Know a “CI”? Be a friend, and get ’em to talk if they’re willing. Every one’s a hero and has a story you need to hear. It’ll help you when you’re tireding.
The top picture made you yawn, didn’t it? You can tell me . . .
© D. Dean Boone, August 2016