July 1, 2003
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I hurt myself…
…but I feel it was worth it. That’s just a feeling, no logic to it. I can’t logic this out, because there is controversy, conflict between various “expert” sources on just what is best for those of us with chronic fatigue syndrome.
After dancing Saturday night, my leg muscles loaded up with lactic acid, of course. Some recent Australian research has shown that CFS patients do themselves harm, worsen the disease, cause deterioration and degeneration, by pushing the envelope with exercise. I pushed it HARD!
Consequently, I haven’t slept well, have been stumblin’ and fumblin’ and not getting much done. That’s not catastrophic, since The Order of the Phoenix came in the mail on Saturday and I’d really rather do nothing but sit and read Harry Potter’s adventures.
I’ve been a little testy, kinda crabby, and have taken some of it out on the usual band of imbeciles at the Temple of the Screaming Electron. Does them good… they can take it, I’m sure. They give each other a hard time all the time. My acerbity just raises the general tone of the usual bullshit. Gawd, that place is almost as addictive as Xanga. Greyfox enjoys having me there. He has been (possibly) the oldest totsier, and now maybe I am. There’s always the chance that one of those gross and/or seductive young girls posting there is a truly ancient and mentally filthy old man.
Anyway, a couple of days’ rest has made some of the sensorimotor dysfunction clear up, and the congestion and drowsiness are gone, from the rebound effect of the ma huang and gotu kola I took to keep going Saturday.
Dancing, for me at this time of my life is about equivalent, I think, to most people going out mountain climbing. Now that I’m nearly recovered from the ascent and the descent, weighing costs and benefits, it was definitely a positive experience. Even if I knew for a fact that I’d done myself a little permanent physical damage, I’d do it again for the sheer joy of it and the mental health benefit. Maybe a leeetle differently next time, with more self-restraint, more prudence and preparation… maybe. Who knows? When I’m on the dance floor and the music takes me, I’m gone.
Comments (6)
Glad to hear that you are enjoying your dancing! Yes, I agree, take it easy at first and then see where it goes
. For me, slow dancing or just moving to the music inside of me, is just as much fun as fast dancing. I just like dancing. 
Cya,
Rich
I understand the feeling you have when dancing. For me it is a freeing feeling. Here’s to hoping your helath continues to improve.
I can’t dance to save my life but I think it’s wonderful to see other people doing it and enjoying it.
I hope you feel better soon…
I absolutely love to dance as well!
Well that’s not fair one little bit. I hope you feel better and can dance again (a bit milder) soon
You know, Kathy. When I’m at camp with my brother and we’re all sitting around the campfire with the drums pounding rhythmically in the background, I can almost picture you and Greyfox there. I think you would both find enjoyment in it. And the dancing? People just, for whatever reason moves their spirit, stand up and go to dance around the fire. Not a set pattern…just movement…their inner movement. It’s so nice to watch.