Scarves for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare

Call me invalid. I have had chronic fatigue syndrome for a little over six months now, so lately I haven’t been able to do a whole lot.


Initially it wasn’t so bad. That is to say, it always sucked, but at first it was a fresh situation and it was easy to be optimistic. Less so now. Apologies about this. I’ve been trying not to sulk, but it’s becoming difficult.

The real problem is the brain fog. I’ve never been a very active person, so it hasn’t been too hard to limit physical exertion. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still been frustrating, inconvenient, limiting and an all round pain, but I’ve found I can do it and still have a life that makes me happy.

I’m having a lot more trouble limiting cognitive exertion. The big part of this is that the university semester has just started up again, and although I only have one subject for my post-grad librarianship course, it’s a course on readers’ advisory, which means a lot of reading. Like, a lot. And reading is cognitive exertion. And cognitive exertion leads to brain fog. And brain fog is utterly debilitating.

You know when you read a sentence and you understand every single word in that sentence individually but together it makes no sense, and you’re left wondering if the sentence actually is nonsense or if it’s just you missing something? Brain fog is like that, but with everything in the entire world and you know it’s you. When I have brain fog, I can’t put things together meaningfully. Things I’ve never thought of as cognitive activities have suddenly become challenging, or just downright impossible. These are things like remembering things, following a recipe and cleaning the detergent compartment of the washing machine.


This issue has been lurking for a while, but it has been manageable. I found that re-reading easy things is relatively gentle on my mind when I turned to Harry Potter after brain fog forced me to abandon Moby Dick. But now that I have to read academic writing and chew through a mountain of fiction for uni, I get brain fog most days.

Lately I’ve been doing a lot of knitting and feeling guilty. The guilt is because I feel like I should do as many useful things as possible, because I can’t do many things and my partner has to pick up the slack. Expending energy on knitting means I’m less useful than my maximum useful output.

But I’m knitting anyway, for a number of reasons.

The first reason is that I like it, it doesn’t tire me out that much, and it neither brings on nor is impeded by brain fog.

The second reason is that my knits are potential bribes for people I know in the real world to come and visit me. So people who are nice enough to come and talk to me might just get a beanie out of it.

It was probably a mistake to put that information online. I have no illusions about my knitting ability, and the promise of free knits would be more of an incentive to stay away. In fact, I’ve never even knitted a beanie. I probably can’t. Scarves and headbands are more my level.

The final reason I found in the pages of Harry Potter. And it is the most important, I think.


It means I’m free, even if it’s just a little bit. I produce something. I have something to show for the time I spend knitting. I might have to study from home, I might have to abandon hopes of getting job any time soon, I might struggle to read or write, I might lose my train of thought and forget simple words, I might not be able to walk more than a few hundred meters on a good day, but, damn it, I can still knit just as much and just as well as if I was healthy.

And ok, Dobby the house-elf being freed by clothes and then wearing a crazy collection of knits as a symbol of his freedom is not exactly like knitting to rebel against the confines of illness, but whatever. It helps me.

Initially, this is how I wanted to end this post:

Tenuous connection or not, tomorrow I am going to put on all my scarves, yell “Dobby has no masters!”, dive back into Moby Dick and get my white whale.

I was excited about that ending. Writing it made me feel like I could do anything, and I was determined that I would. But that’s not how this post ends, because of reality.

Moby Dick would be hard through brain fog anyway, but I can’t even try chipping away at it while I have so much uni reading to prioritise. Maybe at the end of the semester I can try it again, but not now.

Also, that ending was to have a picture of me, mummified in scarves, on a ship chasing a white whale though a storm. I tried to draw it and couldn’t. It was the shape of the ship and making it work with all the background shapes like waves and clouds and the whale. My mind was all foggy and I couldn’t draw.

This was, to date, the most upsetting thing that chronic fatigue has done to me. My failure to clean the washing machine detergent compartment was defeating and degrading, but my ability to clean a washing machine detergent compartment has never been important to me as a person the way my ability to express myself through words and pictures has.

So I couldn’t end like that, with a “screw it, I’ll do it all anyway!”, because I can’t. I can’t. I can knit scarves, but I can’t chase whales. I need to accept the things I can’t do and find victories in the things I can.

I can’t guide that ship through the fog in my head.

But I drew something else.


I’ll end with this.

13 responses to “Scarves for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare”

  1. Verónica Avatar

    Sorry to read about the cfs and brain fog. I applaud you for finding outlets like knitting. I love your drawings! Makes a difficult subject less intense. All the best to you. Good post.


    1. silencekilledthedinosaurs Avatar

      Thank you! I’m glad you liked the post and my pictures.


  2. currankentucky Avatar

    I too have ME/CFS and have had to abandon reading novels. Luckily I can read poetry and like you have had to think around the box for ideas! Good luck with the study, I’ve all fingers and toes crossed here for you!


    1. silencekilledthedinosaurs Avatar

      Thank you! I’m glad you found that you can still enjoy poetry. Good luck with your CFS too!


  3. Anne Chomiak Avatar
    Anne Chomiak

    I’m glad you can still write so well in spite of the CFS. When I was recovering from open heart surgery at the age of 58, I found that all I could read were the books I loved when I was about ten years old. These included all the ‘Anne of Green Gable’ books and ‘Daddy-Long-Legs’. It”s a pity you can’t do children’s lit for your assignment reading; maybe it would be easier. Another thought: knitting hot water bottle covers is also a great way to spend time. Anyway, good luck and keep up the writing and drawing please.


    1. silencekilledthedinosaurs Avatar

      Well, the course does have a YA/children’s option, but I’ve already chosen the adult pathway and am definitely stuck with it. I did consider that YA/children’s might be easier for me to keep up with, but I also knew that it wasn’t what I wanted to do and I was in a particularly stubborn mood so I went with adult.

      It’s very nice of you to say that I am still writing well. It took much longer than usual to put that post together and I was worried about it for a while. I’m happy with how it turned out in the end.


  4. Dead Men Don't Snore Avatar

    Brain fog is so frustrating isn’t it. If it was just a matter of having to limit your physical activity there are lots of cognitive activities you could do to pass the time, but when you have cognitive symptoms as well it can be doubly debilitating.


    1. silencekilledthedinosaurs Avatar

      Yes, it’s so frustrating! Before I had CFS myself I didn’t even realise there were cognitive symptoms. Well and truly aware now.


  5. jule Avatar

    I laughed out loud at your post and empathize with your heartfelt frustration at knowing that you used to be able to read literature and think coherent thoughts but now your brain has gone casa de nada. CFS is something I know too well and I love your description of brain fog. Having given up reading my serious books for now, I am knee deep in Harry Potter, books, film and wrock music. Why not enjoy what you can! Keep knitting and maybe a few more house elves will be freed. Cheers!


    1. silencekilledthedinosaurs Avatar

      I finished knitting a jumper the other day and left it out in my living room, but no house elves took it over night. Now I know how Hermione feels.

      I’m glad you enjoyed my post! It’s good that there still are things we can enjoy, despite brain fog. And there will always be Harry Potter.


  6. Sophia Ball Avatar

    I really know very little about CFS, but I couldn’t help empathize with the frustration in this post. Not being able to escape into activities you once loved (like a Moby Dick novel, or even writing) is just a little bit tragic.

    I didn’t associate a mental component with CFS, probably like many, I wrongly assumed the ramifications were purely physical in nature. My heart is with you.

    Googling CFS now.

    If I lived in Australia, I would totally stop by for one of your beanies and pretend to love it but only wear it in your presence. Although I suspect you are downplaying your knitting skills and I would probably actually love it.


    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lucy Grove-Jones Avatar

      Thank you. Just recently I’ve started to feel a little better (not completely better, just a little better) and it’s meant I’ve had less of the cognitive symptoms.

      You know, I have never tried to knit a beanie. Ridiculous oversight. I could make a kick-arse beanie.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Sophia Ball Avatar

        I bet you could!!! So glad to hear you’ve been feeling better.

        Liked by 1 person

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