As is probably obvious, the week before was pretty rough. I basically didn't sleep last Sunday, plagued by nightmare of being buried alive... literally woke up uncertain if this was real or if the dream was real and this was the illusion I was crafting in some desperate bid to keep my sanity.
I'm pretty sure this is real (or as close to real as we get on a typical day).
I'd like to say this week was better. I can honestly say it at least wasn't that bad.
After all that, I felt pretty good when I woke up on Monday. I had eye doctor's appointment and I expected to be wiped out for the rest of the day afterward. What I did not expect was that I would crash, and crash hard, not even halfway through the appointment. The nice technician looked really concerned. The doctor was visibly horrified. By the time I got home, I could barely make it up the stairs. I spent the rest of the day in my recliner with Juno's cat refusing to let me get up.
It took most of the week to recover.
I'm feeling OK now, but my wrist is killing me and I slept until 9:00 this morning... so maybe I'm not feeling OK. At least I'm not feeling bad.
My vision is pretty good, all things considered.
Onward.
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