We left on Sept 7th, drove back on Sept 10th, and on Sept 11th Eli and the girls left for our Ward Father/Daughter campout. I spent those 24 hours doing nothing productive, whatsoever, but had a wonderful time hanging out with my good friend, Barbie. Unfortunately, I haven't done much since, either. This means that I still have camping gear in my kitchen and entry way, dirty laundry spilling out all over the place, and a kitchen floor that is starting to resemble the great outdoors. My 4runner also still smells like a campfire. Not my scent of choice for my vehicle.
Today, instead of posting all my pictures of our activities (these will come later), I am asking for a diagnosis. I have not felt anywhere near normal since Saturday. My symptoms are:
Unable to sleep
Fatigue (probably from not sleeping...)
Over-emotional (my husband did nicely point this one out to me, but I already knew it...)
Complete lack of energy (I almost quit 10 minutes into my yoga tape, and I still don't know how I completed it)
Feeling overwhelmed
Over-emotional
No brain function
Drinking water is making me nauseous (nothing else makes me sick, only water)
Over-emotional
I am sure that I have more symptoms, but like I said, my brain appears not to be functioning, so I can't remember them.
For those of you who are thinking I must be pregnant, I am 99% sure that I am not. So what is wrong with me?
Is it severe PMS, premature Menopause, or is it just that this is what happens when you start to get "older", cause you know I am almost 30 now. (I did say that facetiously.)
Am I forever doomed to wander the world in a stupor, bursting out in tears for no good reason?
Will water be stricken from my diet, forcing me to live on yummy soda? (I believe people with rabies can't drink water, but I don't remember being bitten by any rabid animals)
Are my nights going to be one endless cycle of turning over in circles, despairing that I am never EVER going to get a good night's sleep again? (There really is nothing good to watch on TV in the middle of the night)
Is there anything that can be done for me, or am I to be classified as a hopeless case of "female nerves"? (I am sure there was such a diagnosis in the 1950's)
I will let you know if I find a cure for my maladies. Until then, I will just try my hardest to keep myself held together. Maybe by tomorrow I will be feeling better. I think I will try supplementing my diet with extra chocolate and ice cream. I have to have faith that a trip to Neilson's Frozen Custard for a hot batch of fries and a Chocolate concrete with Raspberries will help. Now I just need to find a partner in crime who is willing to sacrifice with me.
Are you interested?
1 comment:
HMMMM!Sounds fishy to me. Let's go there for lunch on Thursday.
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