I was trapped by extreme fatigue in my 1 room apartment for the rest of the winter.  Sometimes managing to walk to the corner depanneur, (more like a mini market,) to buy food. Anyone who has suffered with a chronic illness knows this kind of suspended animation, and departure from reality.  There is nothing in every day life that prepares you, no way to explain to friends and family.  It’s also a waiting game and a battle against depression. The saving grace for me has always been that my sense of time is one of the first things to float off, some days literally pass by in five minutes.  I’m usually numb, sore, and have reduced mobility, but no acute pain.  I usually can’t concentrate enough to read a book, or even watch TV.  but somehow, my hands remember how to draw. I did these 89 drawings in bed.