I was a film student, studying full-time, whilst also working part-time – as many hours I could physically do. Filming, late night editing sessions, studying, attending classes, working and partying physically wrecked me.
I’ve tried to tackle my ‘foe’ in many ways over the years (time surely does fly!?). But it always manages to sneak up on me unawares, just like those pesky Bananas in pajamas. We then begin our battle once again.
I know, it’s not as debilitating as chronic fatigue. I can actually still get up for work in the morning (just). I once knew someone who would work one day, and then be bed ridden for weeks, her body wracked with aches and pains. I’m lucky…but it’s still a pain in the ass.
I’ve tried treatments, specialists, ‘work-life balance…I’ve tried more sleep, less sleep, going to bed at the same time, getting up early (and really late!). I’ve seen physiotherapists, chiropractors, naturopaths, had all types of massages. I’ve done Pilates, yoga, mediation, weight training, cardio, walking…and doing nothing. I’ve eliminated foods, given up alcohol, tried drinking 2 litres of water a day, all types of tea, coffee, no coffee, alcohol, a vegetarian diet, a protein diet, and all types of supplements. I’ve had blood tests, heart tests, hormone tests, stomach tests. I’ve even given sleeping tablets and antidepressants a shot. I’ve changed jobs, taken promotions and demotions, taken holidays – for a holiday, and holidays just to ‘rest’. I’ve taken up hobbies, volunteered, socialised and not socialised. The only thing I haven’t tried is to stop working. That’s not an option. Due to my upbringing and family heritage I’m cursed with an insane work ethic.
Which brings me to today. I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed because yet again it’s here with me, and it’s come around at a time when I was just sinking my teeth into things that are satisfying to my soul. So – I’ve grounded myself for the weekend – although I did sneak out to do the grocery shopping – in the hope that after this weekend it will be gone from my life for good. That is a wee bit optimistic though.
If anyone has any tips I’d be grateful! I guess I could start by not being so harsh on myself. I mean, it’s not like I’m a superhero – damn it! Or I could just move to Mexico so I can have siestas every day! Yes?!