Pass out on your feet type business. Drag yourself across the floor like a Marvel Zombie business.

I was going to say that it’s a wonder I can communicate coherently at all, but the strong urge to add “it’s Business Time” here would tend to indicate I may have used up the coherence juice. 😏

I’m already chronically sleep deprived, on a terrible and unpredictable schedule, and fatigued all the time even at my summer baseline which is drastically better than late November with RSV and 2+ storms/week.

So when I say the fatigue is scary right now, we’re talking serious business.

…and it’s so hard to sleep when you’re always in moderate to severe pain from dozens of sources which gets amped up dramatically by the reactive arthritis flare from the virus.

So I can’t really rest my way out of the problem. In fact sleep hurts me *a lot* more than extreme sports (MTB) do.

Watch the donut, not the hole 🫡

In their defense that’s probably what an article about “variable geometry frame dragging in accretion disks of boson stars in polar orbits around gravitational wave emitting binary singularities due to relativistic effects on spacetime in complex interacting gravity wells” sounds like to them. 😆

Fine Young Tyrants

Why would you say something so brave, correct, and unprofitable? 🤔

There’s a side plot like that in the prequel trilogy Foundation books about the robot-worshipping Mycogen district on the capital planet Trantor, but this description sounds more like the version the TV show went with.

But in that setting, I found tools to help me stay in the fight that I could never have endured this long without.

I eventually outgrew constant Carrabassett enduro rides, branched out and entered my park era (which brought me back to CV for the Loaf bike park). But those days changed me forever.

Not unlike this year, it was truly brutal behind this thin veneer of social media positivity, and at any given time I was far more the first word in Disabled Athlete than the second.

Pain, fatigue and bodily functions failing at a dire level were — and are — constant companions.