Tuesday, May 22, 2007

In which I find...

I find, this week, that I am more than a bit exhausted, and I don't want to deal with anything or anybody.

I find that I have been taking some things for granted.

I find that the PUS is doing their best to make our lives miserable, and ...
too often, I find that we are letting them.

I find that getting upset at night isn't really helpful with the whole CFIDS-insomnia thing.

I find that the more I want to say here, just lately, the less able I am to say it coherently.

I find out that hoping can be dangerous; again.

I find myself totally apathetic about tomorrow's doctor's appointment, because I am too tired to even think clearly, let alone hope to make sense while I'm there.

I find that midnight is a terrible time to be writing, when you are feeling this poorly.


JaniceNW said...

Awwwwwwww honey,

I'm sorry. I hope your appt. with doc is productive. I wish I could accompany you and tell you silly jokes just to make you laugh!!

Love ya! HUGS!!!

jannie funster said...

I'm up and awake. Are you? Don't know what my insomnia is called but I wish it would freaking shut-up already and let me go to bed.

Maya's Granny said...

I hope your doctor's appointment went well and that you sleep better. PUS are real dogs, aren't they?