51M, cervical spondylosis. I spent most of my adult life training; bodyweight work, high volume. I still carry the muscle from those years. People look at me and see a guy who looks like he could help you move.
What they don’t see is that my whole day is built in 10–15 minute windows. Do something, recline. Do something else, recline. If I push past that, I pay for it with a flare that can cost me the rest of the day.
Things had been building for a few years, little stuff I kept writing off. Then earlier this year something tipped, and the decline got fast. I went from thinking of myself as someone who trained to pacing myself through dishes in a matter of weeks.
I’m also a full-time caregiver for my elderly mother, which adds a weird layer to all of this. I can still manage parts of that role, but only because my life is completely controlled. I’m home almost all the time. If I get weak or foggy, I can lie down immediately. If something can’t get finished, it waits. Take that structure away, and I honestly don’t know how I’d function.
The hardest part is that even doctors have to look past what I look like to see what I can actually do. The hardware is still there. The wiring is going bad. It’s gotten to the point where even getting to a doctor’s appointment can feel like part of the illness, not just the appointment itself, but the ride, the sitting upright, the walking in unsteady, and trying to look normal while I’m already wiped out.
Anyone else deal with this gap between how you look and how you actually live?