Well, I got up. Quarter to 6, but I got up. I did sleep through the night, though, but Derek was on the couch. Musical sleeping arrangements.
Despite sleeping all night, all I want to do is close my eyes and go back to sleep. I am already treated for depression, so I don’t know what this is. Can it really be just a side effect?
Could it be chronic fatigue syndrome? I hope not. I think that can last up to six months. I don’t have most of the symptoms, though, other than unrefreshing sleep, so it probably isn’t that.
It might be time to see a doctor.
I’m even kind of struggling to keep writing. That’s unusual.
Maybe some exercise will give me a little burst of energy. I also haven’t showered, yet, and that helps me feel more awake.
I still have to laugh at the nurse who wouldn’t cancel my next injection in case I change my mind. What on Earth would ever make me want to endure one more day of this than I have to?