I woke up today feeling like a bus hit me. Inexplicable, as it often is. I didn't overdo it yesterday and got tons of sleep last night. But nope, the random, intense fatigue and weakness has got me anyway.
Thankfully I finally came up with the perfect way to explain it: It's like living in a small room with a gorilla swinging from a chandelier. You don't know when you're gonna get hit, and you don't know how hard.
Oddly it makes me feel better having a concise (and funny) way to explain it to people who have no idea what it's like to live like this. I use the Wegs dog analogy all the time to explain about remission. I can tell my friends "The Wegs dog is biting at my heels" or "The Wegs dog is starting to wake up" and they know exactly what I mean. Now I'm adding the gorilla.
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