Ok, my optimism is officially shot. I got real tired a few weeks ago. Went to the doctor, ran a ton of tests…and I’m fine on paper. Referred to a rheumatologist because of persistent joint pain. However, I’ve had my knees examined before and…you guessed it, no evidence of arthritis or anything else. I swear fin side effects are like the Phantom Menace…there but not there!
What’s more unnerving is I’m losing interest in my daily activities. Luckily my job is low-stress, and my mind is still agile. In fact, I think clearer now than ever. But I feel like my personal life has ground to a halt. I still have ambition but I’m not exactly pounding the pavement. I just feel…nothing. Empty. Nothing’s there. Days are passing by. I don’t feel in control of my life.
While I’ve drawn strength from a number of speakers and spiritual leaders (and seen results in the past) I have to say their simplistic platitudes drive me up the wall. I struggle to see any purpose or happy ending from all this. I still enjoy writing (thus my posting here), exercising, and a few other activities.
I’m trying out some new fitness and supplement protocols this week. I’ve generally had more luck with those than seeing the docs. At this point, they’re only good for prescription refills and cholesterol checks. Or something catastrophic. The rest appears to be on my shoulders.