According to all the doctors, I am absolutely fine. OK, my thyroid, which was high, is now low, but we'll get that in sync soon. I need to move more (that exercise thing) and eat less. I am supposed to have 44 carbs a meal. This is easy to do. Too easy and often ends up more. A granola bar is 19, a slice of bread is also around 16 or so, and fruit is close to 28 per serving. It is hard to remember I can easily survive on modern serving sizes. My guys prefer the ones from 30 years ago. Bear is the only one who could benefit from smaller sizes, but I digress!
But, fatigue isn't all carbs. It might have quite a bit to do with it, but it also has to do with MS and depression. I look back at last year at this time and am so damn THANKFUL! Last year, I was on horrid drugs, I was sleeping almost 19 hours a day, and having a terrible time moving. I had a UTI that was fairly severe, my wonky leg was stiff every minute, and I was looking at the world thru a hazy window.
This December, things are a ton better. I'm still very tired. I am pretty sure I have another UTI (we'll see what happens) and the rocks are not entirely balanced, yet I am so much more at peace today than I was then. I have a great many friends to thank for this. Their help has been incredible.
I don't like being so tired I can't read or clean. It almost always happens after dinner. About 7 pm. I am so worn out, I can't do anything except crawl into the bed for 30 minutes. Sometimes I crash at 4pm, too for a little bit. I wake up very late, unless I have a reason. A few may think my night owl hours are a part of my fatigue, but I am pretty sure they aren't. I have NEVER been a person who managed to sleep at night. I was always a better night shift worker than a day one.
It is an interesting symptom of life. This fatigue thing. Maybe the cats have it right and little short naps here and there are the answer?