Tag: exhausted

I Am So Tired

18 minutes left in the work week. I am completely exhausted. I thought I got a decent night’s sleep last night, but right now I am completely out of gas. I have nothing left.

17 minutes until the weekend. I’m looking forward to going to bed early tonight and sleeping late tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be nice? Sounds like time well spent to me! I might be a smidge bias though, I’m not sure.

Not that it matters, but I am just going to mention that I spent my lunch break wrapping xmas presents today. I didn’t get through everything I needed to, but I am feeling pretty good about what I did get to. Time well spent, indeed.

15 minutes to go until quittin’ time. I am so ready.

Bring me that weekend!

Not Feeling Great

I don’t feel so hot today. I got up at a decent hour, planning to stick to my daily exercise routine, but my wife wasn’t feeling so hot when we woke up and we went to see a doctor. No problems, all is well. She just has a bug.

When we got home I was feeling kinda run down. Tired and a little foggy headed. It wasn’t too bad so I got to work filling up the dumpster I posted a picture of yesterday. I broke for lunch and felt even more out of it an hour and a half later when I got back to work. Now I am calling it a day. I just don’t feel so good. It’s not bad, but it’s enough. I haven’t done any of my exercise yet today so I am calling that one too. I am going to miss it today. It’s okay, I won’t ruin my life by missing a day.

I am going to have a protein snack in a few minutes and then try to have a late dinner a couple of hours from now. After that? Maybe just go to bed early? Seems like a waste of a Saturday, but it’s okay. I am old. Early to bed is normal for old people.

The good news is that it’s looking like there will be a band practice after work on Thursday. We still need to nail down a few details, and I am going to need to re-learn a bunch of songs!

Stressing

Surgery is in 16 days and I am stressing a little. Not about the surgery itself, but about some things that go along with it.

I need to book a Covid-19 test three days before the surgery. They gave me a few clinics I can go to. I spent a lot of time on the phone with two of them today, trying to schedule a test, and never spoke to a human. Jen reminded me that today is a state holiday in Massachusetts, so that might be why. Still… if you’re not home today, add that to your voice message.

I haven’t had caffeine since February 3rd (I think). I haven’t missed it. Even last Wednesday when I did my 38 hour sleep-free stretch, I was never wishing I could have some caffeine. I am today though. I am jonzing go-juice in a big way. I’m exhausted and I could really use a little help staying focused. I can’t though. I can never have caffeine again.

I do have one little piece of good news, surgically speaking. I checked the documentation they gave me to see what restrictions there are on lifting things immediately post-op. It says not to lift anything over 25 pounds for six weeks after the surgery. Why is that important to me? The average weight of a Gibson Les Paul is around 10 pounds. That’s a ton in the guitar world, but it’s far below my limit. Sigh of musical relief.

Go to Bed, Damn It

My mother went to bed around 9:00. My father fell asleep a little before 11:00. I thought it was going to be an easy night. Then my mother got out of bed at 11:00 and strolled on out to the kitchen. She got a snack and went back to her room. A few minutes later she got up and got another snack and went back to her room. A few minutes later she went out to the kitchen, which is full of boxes and furniture right now and decided to rearrange the coffee k-cups. Umm… the fuck? The she decided to just lean over the counter and stay there… for about half an hour. Just standing there. Sure, she fell asleep for a bit. I woke her up and told her to go to bed and she didn’t believe me when I said she fell asleep. She swore up and down that she wasn’t even remotely tired. Umm.. you were fucking snoring. She got pissed and said she was wide awake. Go to fucking bed, I wanted to scream, but instead just kept suggesting it calmly. Eventually she did, but I am pretty sure she’s still sitting up in that weird half asleep/half awake thing she does.

Nope. I just heard her moving around in her room. I think she laid down. Fucking finally! Go to bed, damn it! So that I can go to bed too! I have to be up before the fucking sun tomorrow and I am exhausted. ARRGHHH!

The amount of swearing in this post is definitely an over reaction. I’m not that pissed off, really. I’m just tired and I want this to be over. I want to go home.

Sleepy

Is it true that your immune system does most of its heavy lifting while you are asleep?  Might that be why I have been so completely exhausted over the last couple of days?

I felt sleepy all day Saturday but for the most part I was okay.  Round about 10:00pm I was toast though.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  Last night I hit the wall at bout 7:30.  The four of us were all in the living room just hanging out together and I think I might have dozed off a couple of times.  That usually doesn’t happen.  I went to bed at 10:00 or so and was sound asleep by 10:30.  I woke up once in the night, briefly, at about 1:30 and then I was out again until the alarm went off at 5:00.  I know I hit the snooze a couple of times, but I don’t recall doing it five times.  However, I was up and out of bed at 5:50 after the fifth snooze.  I felt great.  I was wide awake and alert and loving it.

At 7:00 I was in the car with the kids, taking them to their Dad’s house before school.  At 7:20 I stopped at a gas station convenience store and picked up (ironically) a caffeine laden coca~cola.  I then started my long drive to work.

By the time I parked my car I was exhausted again.  Seven hours of good sleep gave me about 2.5 hours of full alertness.  Now I’m tired and groggy again.

Hopefully this is my body telling me to go to sleep so it can continue to kick the crap out of the eternally lingering illness.  I’m still coughing.  I’m still having bouts of stuffiness.  I’m still having bouts of runny nose.  I even had a killer headache yesterday.  I am ready for this crap to end, NOW.

Jen is still in the same boat.  She has the same symptoms she’s had for the last couple of week.  No change.

I want this to be over, right now.  I have been saying that for weeks though.