B O R I N G

My life. I am so tired of being tired. I know that is not an original thought, but it suits my mood.

I went to work yesterday but was uncomfortable most of the day and exhausted before 2 PM. Jamie and I went out for a child free dinner, which should have been more fun, but I was so tired that I didn't even have much appetite for the (delicious) pasta dish I had ordered. And those of you who know me know that my appetite generally stays intact.

We were home a little after 8 PM, and all I could do was go to bed. I have things all over the house screaming at me "organize", "clean me" etc. But I can't. I am just weary. I tried again to read a bit more of this weekend's NY Times, but I didn't last long. Mostly I just need to sleep.

I hate this. I feel like a prisoner in my body. I have a list of "projects" none of which are all that impressive, but I have to work on them, my house feels cluttered and there is stuff that needs to be dealt with. But it is all I can do in the afternoon/evenings to read or watch something I actually like. Then crash again.

I hope the medications (Procrit) they are giving me will help, I really need them to. I cannot imagine living like this for sustained periods of time. Sofie told me I was no fun anymore and I am beginning to agree with her.

Speaking of Sofie, click on the LINK to Jamie's blog (left side of my page) to see cute photo of Sofie and her counselor.