Lately, my body has been at war with me, and over the last week and a half or so, my chronic fatigue has kicked its efforts up a notch, and frankly, is kicking my ass. I recently went online to do a little more research on it and learned that Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) is now also being called Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME). ME. Really? Doesn’t that just sound like the most selfish condition ever? Aren’t we currently dealing with Generation Me thanks to all the little brats being raised on reality TV? Capital M. Capital E. Oy. Now I just feel like a lazy shit. Also, did they have to name it something so long? Who has the energy to pronounce encephalomyelitis? Instead, I’m thinking of calling it “MEH,” ’cause it’s just hard to get enthusiastic about isn’t it?
That being said, I had the day off from work today and decided to take full advantage and just rest. I brought home some art supplies so I wouldn’t have to go into the studio but could still paint since I have a bagillion and one ideas and my brain is practically itching to create now that my hands aren’t hurting as badly. I got up around noon, got out the art supplies, sat there looking at them, and decided it was time for a nap. I’ve basically spent my day thus far like this: I slept, I ate, I peed, I slept, I got up to stretch my back out and pee again, I slept, I groomed, I slept, I ate, I slept, I yelled at Dizzy-no for trying to use me as a chew toy, I slept.
I have come to the conclusion that I am secretly a geriatric cat trapped in a human body.