Apparently not done being fatigued. Did NOT make any of the calls that I said I was going to BUT I did refill my prescription. In fact I don't remember which calls I was supposed to make. Allergist? Regular? Psych? Dentist? Pediatrician? Eye doctor? Crap. I don't think anything interesting happened any of these days. Mostly all I felt was TIRED. Too tired to be Depressed. Too tired to care about whether I was Depressed or not. Just TIRED. Tired due to physical illness or mental illness or some untangleable combination of both? I don't know. Does it matter? Maybe. When I am done typing this, I am going to check my last post, see what calls I need to make, and actually call. I was not too tired to feel guilty, however. I sat and ruminated on the many Un Finished Objects (UFOs) in my life.
Perhaps this rumination is contributing to the TIRED. Or the guilt is. I'm sure there are more things, but I can't think of them right now because I don't really think that would be helpful. I did do some awesome things at work. And I will try to feel good about that in a little bit. For now I am going to consume a small amount of chocolate for medicinal purposes. Daily Convexions: I did take my meds daily (in the evening). I do not THINK that this has caused the TIRED. We'll see. Grateful Crap: Three Year Old: When I am a grown up will you buy me a grown-up sized bathrobe? A purple one? Comments are closed.
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