Hi, My Name is Fatigue…Chronic Fatigue

Hi, My Name is Fatigue…Chronic Fatigue



Yes, I am Chronic Fatigue. I am bediane’s constant companion. I love to see her in the recliner in a fetal position unable to move. “Oh, you say, that is so mean,” writing.com. “It’s not mean! It is my job. Twenty-four hours a day, I am in charge of making Diane miserable. Hey, shut up here comes that whining you know what, right now. That is all she does is whine, whine, whine, until I feel like giving up but not me. She has been watching that Joyce Meyer program. When she does that, she gets a little brave thinking that with her God and all she can overcome me. I’ll show her!”

Diane tries to get up and walk from the recliner and feels that Chronic Fatigue has a grip on her. “Let me go! Right now! I can walk maybe a little slow at first but if you would let up I could stop the pain in my knees, you jerk,” Diane says with a face that shows the pain she is in at the time. “I know with God’s help I can overcome what you are trying to do to me. You are trying to get me to give in and I’m not here to be your constant companion,” Diane adds. Her husband enters the room.

“Diane, what’s wrong today? Seems like you are always sick. I think your Mother’s right. You are just lazy. I need some clothes washed today or I am going to get another woman to do them as I did when I was single. I am tried of waiting. You keep blaming it on Chronic Fatigue over there and he is just like you just sits around. He’s just a figment of your imagination,” said Tim.

“Why doesn’t anyone believe me? I hurt all the time. None of my family believes me. None of your family believes me except your sister who has spent nearly fifteen years with Fibromyalgia. He has made her life miserable, “said Diane.

“Yea, Diane, but Debbie works. You haven’t hit a lick at a snake in about three years!” Tim said with a smirk on his face.

“You thought that about Debbie after Fibromyalgia started hanging around her in the forth year. Always saying it was not he that was keeping her from working. Her pain was all in her head, like you said mine is!” said Diane. “You are a jerk, Tim, one of these days one of those guys will visit you and I will talk down to you like you do to me.

Chronic Fatigue was sitting now in the other chair. He loved this! When no one knew, he was here except Diane. This would be a great time to stick a knife like pain in her knees. POW! I got her!

Diane cried out in pain.

“What is it, Diane?” said Tim.
“Oh,” she shouted in pain. “It’s the damn Chronic Fatigue again making his presence known. I thought he’s give me some rest since I let him lay around in the recliner for awhile but no he has to pop me in the knees when I’m not looking to make me look like the lazy bitch you think I am.”

“I’m sorry, Diane! I know it must hurt. You cannot see this disability. You are not on crutches or all bandaged up so how can you think people would know what is wrong. It is a rather new disease. He has not been around very long,” said Tim.

“Well, Tim, Chronic Fatigue is not going to be around me forever. I am going to pray that God takes him away. I am going to follow the diet I have that cuts down on white sugar and flour. When I start going to the pool to do some water exercises, Mr. Fatigue gets out of there in a hurry! He knows I am fighting him and if I have enough will power that I will win not him. THis is war now and I am not lying around letting him win. It is time for me to get on with life. Seize the day as the poet wrote. I am going to walk up those stairs and get on my computer and if Chronic doesn’t like it he can just stay down here!” said Diane, determined to make it up the stairs. Diane stomped up twenty steps hard enough to make chronic panic.

“I think, bediane is serious this time. She’s on her computer. Probably going on that website, writing.com where she talks about me all the time with other people and in her BLOG. Diane thinks she’ll be a successful writer one day. I’ll teach her to think she will succeed in anything! Then he thought for a moment, there was something in her eyes, a spark he had never seen before, she looked like Miss Kitty on Gunsmoke. I just hope she isn’t packing a gun! She is going to overcome me. I have never seen her determined. I hope she doesn’t throw water on me like Dorothy did on that witch on the Wizard of Oz that Diane and I watched on T.V. the other day!” said Chronic.

“Chronic was right to fear. Diane is gaining power over him and he is sufferering from a mental disease of not wanting to leave the house. That is making it hard on him because Diane is going to Weight Watcher’s meetings and to the pool for Water Aerobic classes. Chronic is quiet right now. He acts scared when Diane becomes the self-confident woman she used to be. He had better watch his back! Diane will win!” said Tim. “I’ve seen her overcome more than this! I‘ll be kind if he hits again because he is Satan, for sure!”

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