Another day of fatigue, although there was more early in my day than later.

I decided to ask in the park group if anyone else had chronic fatigue and how they’ve managed it. One person said they've had it for 21 years and that yes, it does suck the life out of you just like I said. They said some days they're fine and other days all they want to do is lie in bed. I can't imagine living with this for 21 years!

The CPAP isn't going to do anything more for me than it already has. All it's going to do is keep me from having breathing issues in my sleep. It's not going to restore my energy, and neither would getting my TSH in range or close to it. The bulk of my problem all along has been the chronic fatigue. They're not entirely sure what causes it, but they suspect it's connected to infections as well as autoimmune diseases.

Another woman said she takes a weekly prescription of kick-ass vitamin D like what Tom was taking. I first thought, well, maybe that’s what I need to do, but Tom said that it’s dangerous to take that for more than a few months because you can get kidney stones. Besides, if there was something I could simply do about it, Rhonda would have told me or I’d have read about it. I do wonder about a thyroidectomy even though I have my doubts about that too. I’ll ask Rhonda when we have our virtual meeting. The only things worse than what I’ve got would be being blind or paralyzed.

I'm going to begin cutting carbs tomorrow, but I have my doubts that it will help my energy, because again, if there was a remedy for this, I would have known about it and been following it a long time ago. Tom still thinks I'll eventually get better, but I know this is as incurable as my Hashimoto's is. Some things really can't be fixed or even helped.

Despite the fatigue, I was able to run out to Walgreens with Tom today and pick up the 10 mg of Doxepin. I’m not going to take it until I’m staying up late enough that he gets up before I crash, so a couple of days or so. With my medication phobia, I’m always nervous about taking something new unless he’s up and about. While we were there, I grabbed a couple of flavored wines I wanted to try because you can’t drink on Doxepin. Even if I have side effects I can’t handle and I have to stop the medication, I still want to back off of the alcohol as part of cutting carbs even if it doesn’t have many in it.

Now for more bad news, since I don’t seem to have much good going on these days. Last night, as I was falling asleep, the back of my foot started itching and I reached down to scratch it. That’s when I felt the little bump and knew that what I read was correct after all. Bombing wasn’t enough to kill the little fuckers that we suspect are sand fleas. They’re so small that they can burrow deep into the carpet until the storm is over. When I got up, I inspected my feet, and sure enough, there was a spattering of fresh bites. Suspecting most of them are in the master bedroom, he put that powder down that we used to kill the carpenter ants we had in the kitchen. He also put it in the master bath and living room, and tomorrow he’ll do the kitchen.