A Little Under The Weather
I have never felt so tired for so little reason. For about three weeks now, a cough has interrferred with my sleep to the point where i stagger aimlessly through the day and fall asleep whenever i sid down.
I am keeping my scheduled commitments but i am missing many Al Anon meetings (missing them in every sense of the wordl
I am treating myself withsudafed and codeine syrup and keep telling myself the cough is subsiding and that i will soon be back to normal. Today after a seemingly normal night's sleep, i slept through the morning with my face on the dining room table. I have finally decided that the inactivity is more of a problem than the illness, whatever it is, so i went for a walk. It seems to have helped. I think i might start feeling better soon.
My mind is a jumble of senseless associations within a fog. I am hearing voices that are not real and are not making sense. Am i finally awaking from the illusion that i call the real world." That would be nice, but i fear otherwise -- and how would i know? Anyway the stuff that i thought was solid still feels solid, so, for the time being i will take evidence to the contrary as due to tiredness or dementia. And maybe i am reading too much Dean Koontz.