The fatigue is debilitating as is the floaty feeling along with that flu like achy feeling. All of these feelings combined just make me feel horrible. I am so tired of being tired and I am so sick of being sick. That is the only way I can sum it up.
I looked so hideous on my Skype date that I didn't even want to look at myself in that small right hand box and I cut the conversation short before I started crying at my hideous appearance. I just want some magical health fairy to come down, sprinkle health dust on me and I'd be all better. I know I am no fun to be around and I don't like being that person, but a chronic illness is a full time job. Rita never leaves for the night or takes a vacation. I'd be happy if she damn well did.
I thought I would be better by today and that was one lofty high achieving goal I guess. What can I say? I aim high.
Another Saturday night wasted on illness while others are out there socializing and having a life. I have my pillows and my pills.
Someone with a fun, exciting, and healthy life report back with their Saturday night shenanigans. This way, I can live vicariously through you.
I rest my head in hopes of being in a sleep induced Paradise.