Thanks for all of your emails and comments wishing me well.
Two words for you . . .mono sucks. My throat is still sore, but I’ve gotten to the point that I barely even notice it. And the tiredness . . .oh, the tiredness. It’s so. . .exhausting.
I can feel myself getting more and more run down as the days pass. I’m forcing myself to act as if there’s nothing wrong and go about my normal routine, but I think I’ve finally reached my breaking point. I normally work through my lunch hour, but yesterday I laid my head down on my desk and passed out, only to wake up so disoriented I didn’t know where I was for at least a full minute.
Today I’m dreading going to the grocery store after work–a “chore” that I normally don’t mind. But the thought of lifting all of those bags into my trunk just makes me want to cry. After the groceries are put away, and after I throw together one of my signature half-assed meals, and after I sit down and pay the bills, I’M GOING TO SLEEP.