Alyssa vs. Rheum., Round 756
Today I was walking to the library, which is about five minutes from my townhouse, and I couldn’t make it. I had to stop and rest. After about ten steps from my townhouse, that autoimmune fatigue started settling over me like a boulder. The best way I can describe this sort of fatigue is that I can feel every heartbeat sluggish and heavy. I have to concentrate on taking deep breaths, and every one is like breathing through a straw. If I close my eyes, I become dizzy. The pressure on the back of my head makes a migraine buzz...