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snarpso it can do stuff while my body is asleep, which it is about half the time lately. I would feel better about these extended periods of inactivity if some iteration of me somewhere was getting shit done during them.
I've been setting my alarm the past few days, trying to force myself to spend more than twelve hours a day awake, but even when I make myself get up, drink some coffee, eat something with protein, and get stuff done, I'm still nodding off within a few hours.
Even when I get the twelve hours of sleep my brain seems to think I need, I'm having trouble moving the fuck around much. I exercised today for the first time in like a week, and I was tired after half a lap around the park. Usually I do three and then climb a bunch of stairs.
And I'm still getting dizzy and dropping stuff, and hurting myself every time I try to cook. I've got an endocrinologist appointment at the beginning of next month, but maybe what I should really be doing is getting the contents of my fucking skull looked at again. One of my doctors talked about doing an MRI last fall (I think I mentioned it here), but he never actually wrote the orders, and I was to out-of-it to remind him. Also, I do not actually enjoy getting slid into the screeching white Angry European Industrial Music coffin.
I've been setting my alarm the past few days, trying to force myself to spend more than twelve hours a day awake, but even when I make myself get up, drink some coffee, eat something with protein, and get stuff done, I'm still nodding off within a few hours.
Even when I get the twelve hours of sleep my brain seems to think I need, I'm having trouble moving the fuck around much. I exercised today for the first time in like a week, and I was tired after half a lap around the park. Usually I do three and then climb a bunch of stairs.
And I'm still getting dizzy and dropping stuff, and hurting myself every time I try to cook. I've got an endocrinologist appointment at the beginning of next month, but maybe what I should really be doing is getting the contents of my fucking skull looked at again. One of my doctors talked about doing an MRI last fall (I think I mentioned it here), but he never actually wrote the orders, and I was to out-of-it to remind him. Also, I do not actually enjoy getting slid into the screeching white Angry European Industrial Music coffin.
