Friday was a day off work for me. Meant to be the last semi-fine day of the weekend, so a chance to get some trees planted with my lovely husband.
So of course, I napped. I slept. I dozed. Woke up at 10:30am. Didn’t really move off the couch until 4pm. And then straight after dinner, I fell back to sleep at around 8pm. And I just woke up again, at 7am.
So after spending about 30 of the past 36 hours asleep, I feel… almost awake. Slightly less like a pile of hot garbage and more like lukewarm garbage.
The fatigue is, by far, my biggest problem when my thyroid is misbehaving. I can sleep almost relentlessly and feel no more refreshed. It’s a difficult symptom for other people to take seriously though. Yes, yes, we all feel tired. I wish I could sleep that much. No, you really don’t. It’s literally like my store of bodily energy does not get replenished, so sleep is all I can do.
In the midst of all of this, my husband is amazing. He went to the store and brought me back wine and chocolate and a cyclamen. The wine and chocolate probably isn’t the best medicine right now, but he’s just trying to make me feel better. And I’ve never grown a cyclamen before. I look forward to trying.
After my nap.