Where Did The Past Week Go?!
*yawn* I'm sooo sleepy lately!
I think I caught something while visiting with family at Dad's annual BBQ last Saturday. We had a great time, but must have overextended ourselves. We both slept until noon the next day. I woke up with a slightly sore throat, but then I had talked more the previous night than I usually do in a whole week. And Saturday night was, quite seriously, my last clear memory for a whole week.
I have only vague snippets of memories during the week. I don't remember showering, but I know I did. I remember hosing off a wicker basket, but I don't remember when. And where did this odd rash on my torso, front and back, come from??
By Wednesday I was literally sleeping all day. DH came home from work and realized that I hadn't even been downstairs all day. He rushed upstairs and shook me like a drink mix, thinking I had decided to take an overdose. I was actually in the middle of a really neat dream. But that's what it took for the two of us to realize that something wasn't right.
I'd been sleeping on and off throughout the day all week. Even when I got up I couldn't seem to wake up. I felt constantly weak and shakey, had no appetite, couldn't remember anything and couldn't carry on a conversation. Little by little, starting Thursday, I began to have lucid moments. I was able to stay awake for longer each day. But if I tried to do any activity at all then I would soon be shaking and lying down to rest. I seemed to have no energy reserves at all.
One thing that perked me up was talking with Mom on the phone for about 45 minutes Friday. And if I was awake then I was usually reading (The Memory Keeper's Daughter, with a dreamlike narrative), web surfing or beading. It surprised me that I was even able to do beadwork, but I made a really neat pair of earrings from the current issue of Bead & Button.
Kitties just adored having me around for the week. Every time I woke from my stupor I'd find myself surrounded by three kitties, all snoozing up against me. It was so sweet and they've been so affectionate that I'm sure they helped me through the week. I'm feeling better, but still not up to my usual energy level. I wear out easily and wake up slowly. I don't know what I picked up, but it sure has been frustrating--especially seeing the housework go undone. But kitties are happy and even Buster is doing better. It may take me a long time to be back to normal, but if I try each day to stay awake longer then maybe I'll actually be able to get something done.
I think I caught something while visiting with family at Dad's annual BBQ last Saturday. We had a great time, but must have overextended ourselves. We both slept until noon the next day. I woke up with a slightly sore throat, but then I had talked more the previous night than I usually do in a whole week. And Saturday night was, quite seriously, my last clear memory for a whole week.
I have only vague snippets of memories during the week. I don't remember showering, but I know I did. I remember hosing off a wicker basket, but I don't remember when. And where did this odd rash on my torso, front and back, come from??
By Wednesday I was literally sleeping all day. DH came home from work and realized that I hadn't even been downstairs all day. He rushed upstairs and shook me like a drink mix, thinking I had decided to take an overdose. I was actually in the middle of a really neat dream. But that's what it took for the two of us to realize that something wasn't right.
I'd been sleeping on and off throughout the day all week. Even when I got up I couldn't seem to wake up. I felt constantly weak and shakey, had no appetite, couldn't remember anything and couldn't carry on a conversation. Little by little, starting Thursday, I began to have lucid moments. I was able to stay awake for longer each day. But if I tried to do any activity at all then I would soon be shaking and lying down to rest. I seemed to have no energy reserves at all.
One thing that perked me up was talking with Mom on the phone for about 45 minutes Friday. And if I was awake then I was usually reading (The Memory Keeper's Daughter, with a dreamlike narrative), web surfing or beading. It surprised me that I was even able to do beadwork, but I made a really neat pair of earrings from the current issue of Bead & Button.
Kitties just adored having me around for the week. Every time I woke from my stupor I'd find myself surrounded by three kitties, all snoozing up against me. It was so sweet and they've been so affectionate that I'm sure they helped me through the week. I'm feeling better, but still not up to my usual energy level. I wear out easily and wake up slowly. I don't know what I picked up, but it sure has been frustrating--especially seeing the housework go undone. But kitties are happy and even Buster is doing better. It may take me a long time to be back to normal, but if I try each day to stay awake longer then maybe I'll actually be able to get something done.