From the Mummying And M.E. Blog.
NB: This is just my experience of an M.E. crash. This description is not going to be the same for everyone.
My daughter is talking to me this morning, but I don’t understand what she’s saying. My husband has been doing the washing up downstairs, opening and closing cupboards, each one producing that bang sound I just can’t bear. The noise of it is excruciating. My muscles are spasm-ing, as if they’re screaming at me. Every single part of me hurts. My back. My head. My legs.
“What did you do to me? Why didn’t you listen when I told you to stop?” are the kinds of things it feels my muscles would scream, shout, even lecture at me if they had a voice.
I can hardly speak. Last night I couldn’t walk. Had to crawl my way up the stairs to bed, crying as I did so, desperate for this crash to pass a bit quicker than the last one.
Hubby had just got back from work and wanted to know what’s happened this time. Understandable to be worried. What caused the crash this time? But I can’t get the words out. I can’t formulate a sentence. All I want is my bed.
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