When it began.

Rolling nausea, headaches, fatigue and the pallor of death.   Walking, climbing stairs and getting dressed was becoming a chore. I would shower, lay down, get dressed, lay down and then sleep in our car pool  to and from work.  It was getting worse.  I was getting the shakes and wondering what the heck was happening to me.  I finally took time off work to make a doctors appointment.  My doctor  usually tells you to wait out the virus or cold etc, it takes time, however he seemed genuinely concerned about my appearance.  Perhaps because I was not one to complain or maybe I just looked really bad!   After several tests I was out the door and heading home, tired, really tired.  What was happening to me?  I certainly wasn't myself and I had been starting to drag my butt for the past several months, but maybe I shouldn't have been ignoring the symptoms, maybe there was something more going on.