I woke up this morning feeling kind of slow. My brain was fuzzy, it felt like my head was sloshing with runny jello. My balance has been off, so I am walking like a zombie so I don't fall...successful so far. I am contemplating getting a cane just to bolster my balance, but I feel too proud to use one.
Fatigue is threatening to drag me down into the depths of slumber. The sandman is swinging from eyelid to eyelid drawing then closer and closer to being closed, and my body is feeling heavy and useless. My cat is using me as a bed, and has made herself comfortable.
THIS is the worst part of autoimmune disorders and their treatments.
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