You Know You Have CFS When …

… you can’t remember which keys to hit on the keyboard when spelling your name. — Patricia

… you put the Kleenex in the refrigerator and the milk on the table in the den. — Pamela

… you find yourself putting on clothes from the dirty laundry pile that is ALWAYS there. When you were healthy, you dressed classy. Now, you just “dress”, and you could pass as a bag lady. — Roxie

… you take a shower and get dressed, your dog gets depressed. She knows you’re going out because you’re not wearing your pajamas. — Roxie

… you feel like walking to the mailbox, you find yourself wearing whatever you have on and you don’t care that you have just walked outside with nothing on but a ratty T-shirt, mismatched socks, and whatever shoes happen to be at the door, even if they’re your husbands size 12 dress shoes. — Roxie

… you’re just happy you made it to the mailbox and back. — Roxie

… after showering, you have no energy to dry your hair so you go to bed with it wet. After about 4 days of sleeping and rooting around on your hair, you look in the mirror and realize your “bed-hair” is also the latest look on MTV. — Roxie

… wunk mail becomes fascinating reading. — Elizabeth Polley

… when writing a letter, you keep glancing at the salutation so you can remember who you’re writing to. — Elizabeth Polley

… you’re shopping in a department store, you sneak into the fitting rooms for a nap. — Elizabeth Polley

… you’ll throttle the next person who tells to try the latest energy-giving herb. — Elizabeth Polley

… you’re so desperate to feel better you actually try taking cold baths. — Elizabeth Polley

… you finally accept the fact that your doctor has no idea what they’re talking about. — Elizabeth Polley

… you sleep more than your cat does. — Elizabeth Polley

… you fall asleep during sex. — Elizabeth Polley

… you find that no surface is too uncomfortable to sleep on. — Elizabeth Polley

… the most used words in your vocabulary are ‘thingo’, ‘whatsit’, ‘you know’ and ‘ummmm’. — Elizabeth Polley

… you move so slowly that you get jammed in automatic ticket gates. — Elizabeth Polley

… you’ll have a shower tomorrow. — Elizabeth Polley

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