Post-active treatment fatigue
I treated myself to a sleeping pill last night, went to bed early (for me), didn't have to get up for anything this morning, and so had 10 hours sleep. Woke up three times, but nonetheless it was fab....
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2.5 years post my latest chemo, fatigue is still a frustratingly random problem. Thankfully I now have more good days than bad days, but it's really hard to predict what will trigger a crash. I'm on the couch now, but so I bloody should be after hosting my partner's family Xmas in July last night (char sui duck--nailed it) too much red, random people snoring in the house, a 6km River walk at dawn , two tandem loads of pruning and a massage.
I don't mind if I've done something to deserve it, it's the sneaky 3pm exhaustion that arrives without reason or warning that does my head in. I've been so tired on occassions I've had to pull up on the side of the road on the way home from work because I'm falling asleep after spending the the last two hours sounding like I've got a brain injury because I can't string a coherent sentence together. The other shitty side effect is sugar and carb cravings that do nothing but pack on the kilos.
Ah well, what can you do? It's confidence destroying because I don't know when it's going to happen, but life won't wait and I can't be held hostage by something I can't control or predict. On one plods.
I don't mind if I've done something to deserve it, it's the sneaky 3pm exhaustion that arrives without reason or warning that does my head in. I've been so tired on occassions I've had to pull up on the side of the road on the way home from work because I'm falling asleep after spending the the last two hours sounding like I've got a brain injury because I can't string a coherent sentence together. The other shitty side effect is sugar and carb cravings that do nothing but pack on the kilos.
Ah well, what can you do? It's confidence destroying because I don't know when it's going to happen, but life won't wait and I can't be held hostage by something I can't control or predict. On one plods.