Ongoing

I feel like I've been running on five hours of sleep per night for the past month, no matter how much I sleep.  I don't have the energy--mental or physical--to do a whole lot.  What has to be done is prioritized by how necessary it is (or isn't). 

Right now, the blog is a bit far down the priorities list.  So is transcribing what I get the time and energy to scribble down in my draft books. 

Last week, I had a thyroid uptake and scan.  I slept through most of it, to be honest, in ten minute chunks.  I was lying down, fairly comfortable, in a dark room, and under a warmed blanket.  I couldn't have stayed awake if I'd tried. 

I'd asked my doctor if I could go back on my meds.  I was told not until she got the scan results. She got the scan results...and she's sending me for more testing of a different type.  Which means no meds until everything is done. 

I'm not sure when that will be. 

I am sure I'm just about ready to scream at the doc to send me to have the damn thing out, already, just so I can start feeling better.

And I've just picked up the first batch of papers to grade for the semester. 

Bloody fucking hell.