Tag: CFS

  • Faking it

    I performed at The Moth Grandslam to an audience of 500. It went all right. I felt the kind of exhaustion where your individual bones are tired. Here is a photo of me on stage, reaching out to hug a ghost, apparently. Some days it’s obvious I’m sick, even to look at me. Mostly I […]

  • Good news, for a change

    I know I’ve been whinging about being sick for a while now (and there’s more where that came from!) but I do have some good news. My novella, A Flicker of Justice, No More, was shortlisted for the Carmel Bird Digital Literary Award. This means you lucky ducks can read an excerpt on the State Library […]

  • CSI: Your Life

    The post in post-infective fatigue syndrome indicates that an infection was the catalyst for the illness. In effect, I had an infection and my body successfully fought it off, but something went wrong in that process, which led to PIFS. But there’s no way to what the infection was. For a lot of people it’s glandular […]

  • As terrible lotteries go

    I consider myself a healthy person. I’ve always had a regular exercise routine that at various times included running, swimming, pilates and weight training. I drink lots of water. I’ve never smoked, I don’t eat bacon, and I rarely drank excessively. I don’t have a car, so my daily step average was 18,000 steps. Aside […]

  • My neighbourhood is a poem

    Lately I’ve been collecting the names of houses in my neighbourhood. Where I grew up, houses didn’t have names. They were just houses. Everything else had names, including apartment buildings, but not houses, and that didn’t seem strange. When I moved to Australia, I was surprised by how many houses had names, and announced those […]

  • Maybe you’re allergic to cockroaches

    When I first began to suspect that my intermittent, worsening bouts of illness might be the individual heads of one sinister, hydra-like illness, I came to a horrifying realisation: I’d have to see a doctor. It was May 2017. By then I could trace a clear pattern of symptoms back at least six months. But […]

  • Spoons

    The problem with spoon theory is that I never know how many spoons I’ll have any given day. If I knew I had ten spoons, I could use them accordingly. But today I might have seven spoons and tomorrow only three, with no idea why. As though someone sneaks into my cutlery drawer at night […]