FATIGUED

I have been so extremely tired lately… My mind does not seem to function as well as it should and no matter how much sleep I get, it never seems enough.

Every single muscle in my body aches and just thinking of exercise is making me cringe. But I get up half an hour earlier (most mornings; if I manage, that is) and do my little routine. And if my exhausted body screams for respite, then I try to squeeze in my work-out right after work. That, of course, on the condition that my feet don’t hurt too much from spending hours standing or walking and somehow I still can keep my eyes open and my body moving long enough to complete the exercise regime. 

My friends (I’m amazed they don’t really complain) don’t hear from me days on end and when I finally muster enough energy to turn the computer on and check my mail, my answers are so eloquent they usually comprise of one or two sentences… And I used to write pages every day…

My dear husband (bless his heart) is the most patient man I know. The thought of sex, on most days, is simply a nuisance and when I begin to feel guilty near the end of the week for the lack of excitement toward his handsome self and somehow rally a semblance of vigor, the act is just not the same… Is it me? I wonder…

To top it all, my heart has been doing flips in my chest nearly every day, sometimes ending in debilitating dizzy spells. But according to the doctors, there is nothing wrong with me and I’m perfectly healthy. Oh hell!