Broken

Not enough sleep. Out of bed, showered, dressed, collapsed.

Nothing new here then.

Sitting here at my desk, feeling the weight of crushing fatigue literally forcing me down on to my desk. My brain in a weird state where I can’t think properly, can’t complete half of my thoughts, can’t finish spoken sentences and yet I can type my thoughts here at only a slightly reduced pace. I am not coherent enough for proper work, yet can still sit here fiddling with WordPress. Am I achieving something? Who knows. Perhaps I should be compared to a drunken programmer on a Friday night, typing rubbish yet thinking it perfect.

I should go back to bed but in this state I won’t sleep, merely toss and turn.

So I sit here at my computer, too zoned out to engage with the world. No concentration. Too broken to work, too broken to sleep.

M.E. and CFS

Fucking up my world since 2000.