Unfortunately, that was not a typo. 27 hours of sick is exactly that: from 4 pm yesterday when I crawled into bed fully dressed to 7 pm tonight when I finally managed to untangle myself from the heated blanket on the couch. There were some moments when I felt ok--somehow I made it to the couch from the bed in order to eat some chickens wings, for example--but there were a lot of zomg I am going to fall the *beep* over!!! when ever I tried to stand up. (And if you have never experienced those moments when you are afraid you cannot stand because your legs are buckling under you, well, I admit to being kind of jeaulous. Because they are not fun.)
Luckily, luckily, I had been working like a crazy person on studying. I missed a required lab, but am going to see if I can get it excused becaues of the Lyme-wakeup-symptoms. Losing an 8 hour shift of homework sucks, royally, but I may be able to crawl out of it, as I have being working relentlessly.
The weather has been ridiculously beautiful here, and I am stuck inside unable to do anything. And it sucks. Sucks because I want to go outside. Sucks because I know I only have X amount of energy, and it has to be spent studying.
And it is not fun to be studying exercise physiology, and being reminded of all the dreams that I have lost because of this Lyme beast--of running, biking, swimming, not to mention riding...all of the things that I felt defined me. I am not going to go on in this vein, because I have a chunk of studying still to go and am making myself even more peeved.
But damn. Lyme sucks.
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