I took a couple of days sick leave last week.

Not particularly unusual, except that these were the first days I've had sick, to the best of my recollection, where I could only blame the Chronic Fatigue and not something additional such as a cold/flu or upset stomach or something.

I basically found that my legs had turned to jelly as though I'd run a marathon or something and I couldn't walk any distance at all. It was disturbing enough but I thought a day's rest would see me right and I'd be back at work the next day. In fact I probably shouldn't have gone to work as soon as I did as even on the third day I was struggling.

I was also unprepared for the psychological effect of colleagues see the poor shape I was in.

As mysteriously as it had come, however, it seemed to clear up and I was back to my normal (low) level of ability.

Whether this was just a blip or the beginning of many such days is difficult to determine. I can hope for the former, but it's difficult to be hopeful.

What I'm aware I've not yet written about - you'll see why it's hard - is my experience over Easter.

I knew it was going to be a tough few days at the Christian get together for teaching and worship that my family's attended many times in the past. But I deliberately took it easy by doing the morning sessions from the chalet where they were piped through on the (small) TVs. I didn't join the family swims at lunch time every day. I didn't join the kids rampaging around the free funfair each afternoon. Basically I saved myself for the main evening event.

But by Day 3 I couldn't walk as far as the dining hall (just a couple of hundred yards) and so I spent all of Day 4 in the chalet. (My wife even fetched breakfast very kindly!) So on Day 5 we took advantage of the local hire shop and got a wheelchair for the day. At just $10 it seemed a good chance to give it a go without committing to much - plus the venue is very flat. Of course, this wasn't an easy decition to make and it was quite a wake up call for my wife who realized I was closer to the edge than I thought. I found it quite interesing in an intellectual sense going through the experience - from how I felt about it to how others reacted. But in general put it down to doing too much and something that resting the next few days would sort out.

And that seemed to be the case. Until last week.