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.
41 minutes ago