Sometimes around the late June, my ability to stand upright without a significant fall risk reached the point of severely limited.

In early July, I got a walker. I pretty much only go back and forth between my lift chair in the living room and bed, and toilet for stools (commode chair by the bed on a bad day).

I know this is the spiral toward atrophy and bedbound.

But my rapid decline in other functionality, including cognitive and emotional, has largely plateaued. And it had been getting bad fast.

So not actually exerting myself is helping? I mean, fuck you, #MECFS, but that rapid decline was terrifying, even more than the approaching time of being stuck in bed.