fatigue – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

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  • Je Suis Fatty Gay

    This is a story about fatigue…

    Unmade bed

    I had planned on going out kitesurfing more than once, while I was on holiday in Mauritius. I had planned on spending some time in the sunshine today. I had planned on seeing my sister play roller derby.

    In the end, I was too tired.

    It’s been a while since I was unable to get out of bed, but I think it’s economic necessity and the opportunity to make hay while the sun shines, which means that I am just about able to force myself into an uncomfortable daily routine – working in an office 9 to 5 Monday to Friday – but the rest of the time I’m tired and I want to relax; to sleep.

    My life is a bit boring, given that it consists of work, eating and sleeping, but it makes me more miserable, feeling duty-bound to do activities. I definitely need the rest, because my working days are demanding, and life’s been very stressful in recent years, which has left me exhausted.

    I’m writing this because I feel guilty about squandering some valuable quality time, but I feel so much better for having given myself permission to rest, instead of succumbing to a sense of duty.

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  • I Don’t Think You Realise How Tired I Am

    This is a story about working…

    Power nap

    I work hard for long periods of time – very hard – and then I need a holiday. I don’t mean sightseeing. I don’t mean wandering round crowded cities. I don’t mean rushing from place to place, catching planes, trains and automobiles. I don’t mean having a packed itinerary of non-stop horse-riding, hiking, learning how to make stuff, guided excursions to sites of historical and cultural interest. What I mean is a holiday.

    I work very hard and I get very tired.

    It’s very tiring working very hard.

    If you do not work very hard, then you are not very tired, and you have plenty of energy to go off doing city breaks and travelling around, never staying more than one or two nights in any one place, taking local busses, doing lots of short internal flights. If you do not work very hard then you will have lots of energy to have a very complex itinerary and go off spending lots of money doing lots of things.

    I work hard.

    I get tired.

    I need a holiday.

    I cann’t stress this enough: I AM VERY TIRED AND I NEED A HOLIDAY.

    This is what a holiday is: go somewhere with nice weather, stay there, relax.

    There. That’s a holiday. A holiday is something you do so that when you go back to work you’re less tired than when you started. I need a holiday. Is that clear?

    Over the Christmas and New Year festive season, I did manage to lie on a beach lounger getting a nice tan and having drinks and snacks brought to me by a waiter. I did manage to relax. The weather was vastly better than it was in the UK and I was able to stay in the one place – no planes, trains, automobiles, busses, coaches, trams, timetables, itineraries, hassle, faff, stress, exhaustion – and I was able to go to the beach every day and enjoy the sun, sea and the sand.

    It’s been more than 6 months.

    I’m exhausted.

    I need a holiday.

    I’m tired so I need a holiday. I do not need a complex multi-stop itinerary cultural activity tour with a thousand and one things to travel between, as some kind of non-stop torture for somebody who just needs to relax. That’s not a holiday.

    If I had tens of thousands of pounds and months and months without any rent or bills to pay, I could quite happily squander those tens of thousands of pounds ambling around doing activities, but I don’t have that luxury. I work. I work very hard.

    I don’t get to sleep. I don’t get to rest. I just work. I work really really hard. I cannot stress enough how tired I am.

    I am tired.

    Do you get this?

    The solution to my tiredness is a holiday.

    This is how I organise my life: I work hard and then I take a holiday.

    That’s how my life works: I use up my energy working very hard, and then I take a holiday to replenish my energy.

    My energy is depleted – dangerously so – and I desperately need a holiday.

    It’s really quite simple when you understand these simple facts: I work; I work very hard; I work for very long periods without a holiday; I work on the basis that I will take a holiday when I need one, to recharge my batteries. My life does not and cannot function without the holidays which punctuate the periods of intense hard work. You cannot imagine how hard I work. You cannot imagine how tired I am.

    I do not think you realise how tired I am.

     

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  • Hitting the Wall

    This is a story about having a breakdown…

    Broken glass

    This broken glass in my sink is symptomatic of whatever the hell is happening to me at the moment. I’m too exhausted to get out of bed. I sleep all night, then I sleep all day, then I’m sleepy and clumsy and I knock glasses into the sink, but I’m too exhausted to safely dispose of the shards of broken glass.

    I knew I was tired. I knew I needed a holiday. A proper holiday, which was relaxing and allowed me to recharge the batteries. I basically needed two weeks in a hot country, with no pressure or responsibility or guilt or financial stress or any of the other things which have completely and utterly exhausted me.

    I knew I was close to breaking point. How long had I been complaining for? How long had the warning signs been present for?

    I’ve started to screw up. I should be showing my face in the office. I should be attending work social events. I should be on top form and leaving a good impression everywhere I go. Instead, I’m making mistakes; I’m unreliable, clumsy.

    When things start falling apart it can set off a domino-like chain of events. My life feels like it’s imploded. Nothing’s going my way and I don’t have the energy to fix anything, or even clean up the mess properly.

    It’s strange. I don’t feel as suicidal as I have done in the past, so it makes me think that this must be something physical. Maybe I’m just completely physically exhausted. Being stressed out is hard on the body, I think, being so tense all the time. I know I’m depressed, but I don’t feel like the exhaustion is just a mental problem.

    I feel like I’ve destroyed the good reputation I worked so hard to build, while also at the same time, I’m losing confidence in my own abilities. I’ve always been able to bounce back from setbacks. I’ve always been able to save myself from disaster. I’m worried I can’t pull off those escape-artist tricks anymore.

    I’m in a lot better position than I was this time last year, but it’s been a year from hell. I’m in a lot better position, but that’s not saying much. It would be pretty hard to be in a worse position than the one I was in last year.

    Yes, things are not the very worst that they’ve ever been in my life, but they’re still pretty dire by most people’s standards.

    The trouble is, I’ve started to go backwards; I’ve started to sink.

     

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  • Sugar Craving, Caffeine Addicted, Alcohol Dependent

    This is a story about shelf life…

    Red bull cans

    Objectively comparing feelings at different times in your life is a virtually impossible task. What you would have described as ‘low’ mood a few years ago might have now become your new standard for a ‘good’ day. All I can tell you is that I don’t remember ever feeling as tired as I have felt today.

    I spent 5 hours driving, 7 hours waiting around in airports and 5 hours flying, which was all exhausting. However, in the last week or so there’s something else that’s been quite different about my behaviour – I’ve been drinking coffee and energy drinks.

    A couple of weeks I desperately needed an extra bit of ‘get up and go’ to get me through a tough couple of weeks. I reached for caffeine as a crutch. I gave up – although perhaps only temporarily – my many years of caffeine-free existence.

    When I was away with my friend over the weekend, it was tempting to just move from bar to bar, restaurant to restaurant, café to café. We drank fizzy drinks, strong European coffee, had ice-creams and I drank quite a lot of beer. We guzzled sugar, caffeine, and I had plenty of alcohol.

    Yesterday, because I had to drive home from the airport, I had to stay sober all day. I also didn’t want to be wired and jittery from having loads of coffee. I was exhausted, so I wanted to sleep on the plane ride, so that I wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel while driving home.

    I think to say “alcohol dependent” is an over-exaggeration, but having slept most of the day, and generally felt like everything was far too much effort, it was the lure of alcohol that finally managed to get me off the sofa and out of the house.

    If you look at most of my behaviour, it’s motivated by the tiny dopamine hits from sugar, caffeine and the mellowing effect of alcohol. I used to ride a dreadful chemical carousel when I was a lot younger, working in London: I would have 8 or more espresso shots a day, and then had to have a bottle of red wine at night in order to be able to sleep. It was a vicious see-saw of uppers and downers, that were quite legal and indeed the consumption of coffee and alcohol was quite ubiquitous amongst my friends and work colleagues.

    I’ve felt like my sleep quality has improved and I find it a lot easier to get up in the mornings, since going caffeine-free.

    I’ve never really managed to get rid of alcohol completely. I find that I suffer terrible anxiety and depression whenever I try to stop drinking.

    Sugar is something I have a mixed relationship with. I crave it like crazy when I’m tired. When I’m well rested I don’t have a very sweet tooth at all. I think I associate sugar with getting an energy boost, which in fact never happens. If I’m craving sugar I should probably take a nap.

    There’s nothing to say that caffeine is particularly bad for you, and in fact there’s good evidence that it has a neuro-protective effect against dementia in older people, but anecdotally I can definitely report feeling improved mood, energy and sleep, since cutting my caffeine intake to zero.

    Sugar is obviously fattening, and is very unhealthy, although an essential part of our diet – every cell in our body is powered by glucose, so any faddy sugar-free low-carb diets are pure idiocy.

    Alcohol is fattening and seems to have a firm grip on me, even if I’m not physically dependent on it. The strength of the cravings I have for alcohol are quite shocking, and the regularity and quantity I consume is definitely unhealthy. I would like to cut down, or even quit for a while, but I’m never quite able to.

    In short, I’m feeling really tired, old and unhealthy. My mood is dreadfully low, I’m lacking motivation and I seem to have lost all enjoyment of life.

    I wonder if I’m past my sell-by date.

     

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