Despite all of my best efforts, I can't seem to shake the tired. I try to lay down and take a nap, but I just can't close my eyes. I try to go to bed at a reasonable time, but I just can't seem to fall asleep. Once, I'm out, I'm out and I don't wake up till morning, but I feel like I've been run over by a yacht. I made a doctors appointment for Monday morning. Hopefully I can get them to test me for some vitamin deficiencies, if not, there are places that do that on the internet now. I honestly think it speaks to the failings of the medical system that whole companies are cropping up dedicated to self testing and, in some cases, even self medicating. Has your doctor failed you miserably? Have you Google searched your symptoms? Buy one of our 30 different kits to test yourself for everything from food allergies to vitamin deficiencies to gonorrhea (not making this up everlywell).
In the mean time, I am drinking water. So. Much. Water. I have a 64 oz canteen and and 40 oz canteen and I've filled them both to the brim. That's 104 oz of water for those of you who are counting. I've got one kidney and all the energy of a real live manatee, it can't hurt. I'd love to step up the exercise, but again, the tired is kicking my butt all day, every day. Is this the next phase in the saga of my hysterectomy recovery? Who knows.
Ian and I are trying another recipe out of the Newlywed cookbook we got for our wedding almost 5 years ago. Hopefully I don't fall asleep in the beer dough.
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