I’m tired. Ragged, how-am-I-going-to-make-it-to-the-end-of-the-week-tired. With family, working 6 days a week, taking a class with loads of homework, pictures to shoot and/or upload for this photography 101 course I signed up for – forgetting it was for 4 weeks – and writing for my blog, I don’t have much time to rest.
Is there a place beyond tired — bone tired — where you don’t even have the umph to ask for what you need? I’m in a fog of exhaustion where I can only see an arm’s length ahead: reply to this email, return this call, visit and comment on blogs, drink this, prepare dinner, read chapters 1 through 15 for this week’s homework, play with the dog, survive, barely.
I went to see my doc for my annual and when I told her how I was feeling, she asked me “do you have pets?”
“Yes”, I replied.
“Let’s test you for Lyme disease and while you’re here let’s check for thyroid disorder, vitamin deficiency, vitamin overdose, diabetes, anemia and arthritis.”
After the technician drew six vials of blood, I was feeling dizzy and nauseous.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Thoughts about heading to the nearest fast-food restaurant for a greasy burger and fries raced through my mind but I drove home and had an apple instead.
Next thing I knew I stripped down, peeled back the clean, white sheets and crashed.