Just got an official coding in my medical records for Chronic Fatigue.  I sooooooooooooo wonder if it is from #LongCOVID though. (Despite never having an official COVID diagnosis back in March -May 2020…)

FRIDAY: Today, I gave myself the grace to know that it was going to be a *NOPE* day before heading into work at 2pm and instead of being angry – I drank more water, took an ibuprofen for headache and slept 3 more hours. Because. #StopRestPace

SATURDAY: Slept. Scooped cat litter. Watched Roomba pick up fluffy cat hair. One load of laundry. Put heat mat under countertop mushroom block that has not been fruiting cause it’s too cold. Napped. Baked sheet of potatoes. Ate too many baked potatoes.

SUNDAY: I’m trying so hard to stay up a few more hours so I can get some sleep before my 6 am shift tomorrow. Want. Nap. Picked up the hours because coworker has COVID. I’m the last scanner who hasn’t tested positive, yet.

Roasted Chicken, Made Chorizo Enchilada Bake & Burritos. Planted a zillion (ok 250?) Spring Bulbs for forcing. Split apart a bunch of houseplants and started a whole bunch of cuttings for rooting new plant babies in the future.

MONDAY: Oooh boy did I fail. I need to understand that when I feel tired – and I CAN nap – I need to just nap – because I did not nap – ended up overtired. AND had about 2.7 hours of sleep ——— just staring at the ceiling watching the hours go by. Grrrrrr.

Happy Monday from my 2.7 hour sleepless self and her rainbow uterus sweater! FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT!

RIDICULOUSLY ANNOYED agitated and irritated with the sound of my own blah blah blah…for my therapy appointment. NEED TO LEARN HOW TO STICK TO BOUNDARIES AND SAY NO. One more 6am shift tomorrow and maybe I can try to be human again.

This photo accurately captures my mood. Hello depression.

Blah.