Which is of course where it becomes double-edged as soon as you wake up feeling better than average.
Not better than the average human being, merely better than the run of fatigue, pain and brain-fog filled days that have gone before.
A serious temptation to celebrate and *do things* follows almost immediately. Just because they seem delightfully possible, and because there so much that has been put off or abandoned that could be usefully done, on this fine day.
It's a trap, I tell you, but how many films have we seen where characters (often minor, disposable) refuse to heed the warning or follow the sensible advice, and just don't stay where they are or don't leave that package alone, or any variant out of dozens.
Falling for it in this script doesn't generally mean getting written out, or off, even if one is wearing a red top; it just means getting reminded once again that there are penalties for crossing almost invisible lines.
My Aspergic side butts in here to remind me: "just like social interaction, then," and is not far wrong. Spotting these booby traps, learning to manage chronic fatigue, requires a whole new set of acquired skills. Acquired through the painful accumulated experience of setting off boobytraps, mainly.
There are no up-to-date, accurate and comprehensive maps or guidebooks.
And studying and learning new skills requires concentration and energy.
Catch number whatever.
Next week it's pogo-sticks in minefields.