Hi All
Thought I'd join and post on here, as reading others' stories was very encouraging for me, and hopefully the same will be true for others. At risk of sounding like a cliche, before the illness started my life was all about working to pay for my holidays, and doing sport of various kinds on my evenings and weekends. Without being a health freak, I ate relatively well, was far fitter than most, and had no interest in drugs or drinking.
In truth, my symptoms have been relatively mild and - touch wood - shorter lived than many. But even so, feeling one's energy drain day by day, the uncertainty of what's happening, relying on others for support, and sensing the world closing in on you is an awful experience. So holding onto positive thoughts whenever possible is vital, if very difficult to do. But as everyone says, this thing will bottom-out and turn around eventually.
My pattern was this:
At the end of August I picked up a minor stomach bug - presumably a viral infection given subsequent tests. After a week or two, the initial symptoms passed, and I returned to work, feeling pretty well OK, if a touch drained.
However, in the days which followed my appetite didn't recover and began to get worse. Eating became a real struggle, and when tiredness started to develop I simply ascribed it to my loss of appetite. Having spoken to the doctor, he said IBS was very common after a tummy bug and may last for a few weeks. As the days passed I got tireder and tireder - going to bed straight from work, and developing shadows under my eyes, and legs which felt like I'd just done 20 miles mountain biking after a day's work.
Eventually, I shuffled home from work, told them I wouldn't be in the next day and drove myself home, wondering how safe I was to be behind the wheel. By this stage I was getting up in the morning, and just flopping on the sofa and closing my eyes for the day. Initially the tiredness wasn't a physical, muscular sensation, but one of being frazzled. I considered whether I had stress from work or even depression, but I've never suffered such things before and knew something else was going on. A 5 minute walk to the post office to mail my sick note left me slumped in my chair as if pinned to it, and a wooziness descended. Also, rather strangely, my digestion became noisy and uncomfortably, keeping me awake at night. It was as if my guts were as tired as the rest of me.
After a few days of bed-to-sofa-to-bed, I could feel the fatigue spread to all my limbs, as if weights were being slowly added. This was the most scary moment, as I was fearful that it the progression didn't stop, I'd be left dependent and a burden on others. My family were already doing my food shopping and bringing evening meals round for me (bless them all).
My doctor had now given me a diagnosis of suspected Post-Viral Fatigue, and had referred me to the hospital to rule out any other candidate diseases. But, of course much of the difficulty is that the only way to diagnose this thing is by ruling out a whole raft of far scarier ailments. This process is still ongoing for me now - I've had countless blood and urine and stool tests, and I'm waiting for the results of many of them.
But now the good news... The consultant I saw agreed with my GP's suspected diagnosis (tests pending), and most importantly gave me some insight into the condition. While it's clear doctors do not fully understand this illness, he did tell me the typical pattern is for a U-shaped curve in the fatigue from the end of the initial infection. There will be a period of decline, but this is most commonly mirrored by a similar period of recovery, at the end of which you may not be back to where you began, but you'll essentially be OK to move on to a full recovery.
Taking this on board was key for me, because the slow decline was something I found genuinely scary. But it will end. You will improve. Apparently, the odds are heavily stacked against this becoming a chronic condition - it is far more common for its severity and duration to reflect that of this initial infection.
So as it stands now, I've been off work for a month, but the bottoming-out has occurred. This weekend I felt the weights slowly being lifted and short walks to the end of the road are possible again. My appetite and digestion have also steadied and improved. I know things could still easily go awry, but I do now hope to return to work part-time in the next fortnight, and hope to be back doing a bit of genuine exercise by December. All in all a three month stretch would seem like a very light sentence given how things were.
I'm very aware that others have far worse stories and hope mine doesn't seem trite in comparison. But from what I'm told, my experience is a common one, so I hope it helps some of you to read about it.
I cannot tell you how good for morale it is when symptoms finally stop worsening and even begin to improve a little. A short walk still leaves me wobbly, whereas I was doing 10k runs in the summer. But the knowledge and sensation of improvement means everything.
Best of luck to everyone on here who's suffering - a speedy recovery to all.
IJC

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