A few weeks ago, I was told by someone close to me that they didn't know anyone else with so much energy. That was a nice compliment and I thought, I will never be slowed down! I am always busy because I CAN be busy. I have lots to do, short time to do it in, Chop, Chop! (This phrase is credited to Mr. Tim Wyatt, #1 WVa Mountaineer)
Wow! What a difference a few weeks makes. Here I am, having done nothing today except vomit, eat a little, gag a little, go for a walk, do some real eating, watch tv, do some more eating, and watch the Super Bowl, and I'm completely exhausted. I would have gone to bed at 7 if I hadn't felt so nauseous. What's wrong with me?
In addition to the extreme sleepiness, once I am asleep, I cannot remember any of my dreams. Nada. I just enter a big, dark, sleepy place. This isn't so bad, but sometimes it's nice to have dreams. I hear pregnant ladies have great dreams! Where are mine? They're trapped in Sleepytime, never to be found.
One observation I have had about my fatigued/sleepy state is that this must be how old or injured people feel. They want to go do something, but their body won't let them. This, in addition to the nausea, because that's sorta a revolt (and revolting!) thing, are the two toughest parts about the experience so far. As an athlete, and one who doesn't get sick or injured much, I am having a hard time with the this. I'm not really in control anymore. Before, I could do anything! Now I can't. And I certainly can't go up a set of stairs without feeling tired. I think about walking a few miles to the gym (since biking on the street is now out) and I know I could make it, but I get tired thinking about making it back home. Aaaahhh! I'm ready to feel normal again now... only, I know that's not going to be happening for a very, very long time.
