I have showered. Huge achievement today and not a little risky because my legs are like jelly and my balance is buggered. This is PEM (post exertion malaise) which is I believe the single unique identifier for ME. It's the direct result of my trip out three days ago to see my GP. Ten minutes in a taxi at either end of a half hour in the surgery, and I'm wrecked., and there's never any knowing how long one of these punishment crashes will last. I'm not complaining. It's my normal life. Certainly not feeling "negative," in case any "positive thinking" twat reads this and feels like preaching their woo shit. Not depressed. Simply fucking broken from the activity. That's severe ME.