For Some Ills, There Is No Pill
Fatigue comes in many forms. Physical fatigue. Compassion fatigue. Emotional fatigue.
I should know about physical fatigue, the kind I experience when I realize that I can’t jog for more than three minutes without taking a break. Then I remember that I am overdue for my iron infusions. Way overdue. I blame my poor self-care on my recent move–in the midst of a pandemic–and how the circumstances were not exactly conducive to getting under the care of new physicians, despite being a physician myself.