So much for working today (Saturday). As it turns out, my body needed sleep far more. I slept about 2 1/2 hours this afternoon, woke up to rain, and have been struggling with energy levels since then. I'm beginning to consider going to the doctor because I am losing my time to feeling like shit. I will actually be home this coming Friday so I will try to get into my GP then, see if I can get a blood test or something. I just don't feel okay.
I was texting with Mike on and off today. I hope I can see a little more of him once I move home. He's a really good friend, as in he's good at being a friend.
Adam is working late so I haven't talked with him today yet, and although I did talk with Puck, I was so tired I could barely focus (literally, my eyes were an effort).
I wish I could be held tonight.
I'm concerned about you, Evie. I had no idea your work schedule was so brutal and inhumane. It's obviously too much for you, and your immune system is overly challenged. I hope it's nothing serious. There can be long-term consequences to being overworked and exhausted and not able to fight off infections.
This is a tangent, but I remember when I was pregnant with my second child. My first was only a young toddler. I think she was 18 months when I got pregnant. She was very active, very attached to me, and my ex h, her dad, was working overtime, and going to college at night, and doing homework on the weekends, so I rarely had any help with caring for her while growing a new baby. She was not a good sleeper, so my night's were never restful. We didn't have a dependable babysitter, and our parents all lived hundreds of miles away.
I came down with bronchitis in my second trimester. It lasted 3 months. Each time I seemed to feel better, I'd relapse. Coughing when pregnant is terrible. Finally, I went home to my parents. My dad was retired by then, but he wasn't much help with my daughter (he's basically autistic and very self-centered). When my mom would get home from work, at least she'd do most of the cooking and she'd entertain my daughter very well (she was so awesome) so I could nap and rest.
I was there 2 weeks, and finally broke the cycle of illness. But! My next daughter was then born 3 weeks early, since my placenta had started to break down prematurely. And I think she was not getting enough oxygen either just before the birth or during it. She was delayed... she didn't really react much to others or smile until she was 8 months old. She got overstimulated very easily. She was extremely high needs and had temper tantrums daily until she was 7 years old. She was anemic at 9 months of age. Her first few teeth that came in decayed immediately, and the dentist told me it was because the enamel didn't lay down on them properly when I was sick in my 2nd trimester.
Finally, in her mid-teens, she was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, and ended up with an eating disorder and becoming a drug addict (in and out of hospitals and rehabs and halfway houses and prostitution) until she was 26 years od and "found Jesus." Of all things! But hey, Jesus is better than crack.
I am sorry for the long and somewhat unrelated story, since you're not pregnant. But my point is, it's so important to listen to your body. I can't emphasize that enough.