Level Relativity

I’ve been pretty much tired since the accident seven years ago. Sleep deprivation and physical “whatever” has me tired all of the time. I haven’t slept in any way that can be considered as normal since my stay in the hospital so long ago. I slept like clockwork before the accident but now nothing about my sleep pattern is regular or even gratifying. I’m thinking of getting one of those tranquilizer rifles with the darts that can put down a lion. My wife will need to practice her aim.

My body continues to function pretty well, all things considered, but my energy levels have never been the same since the injuries from the accident. I don’t really know what it is about my body that is doing this. Oddly, the fatigue occurs in different levels of intensity. I know a guy who placed things in a better perspective for me a few days ago. He said that a car is never the same after an accident. You can get it repaired, but there’s always a noise or a shake or a grind that remains and it serves to remind you that your vehicle was wrecked in an accident. He said that our bodies are pretty much the same. We get hurt and we heal, but there are issues remaining within us that cannot be reversed. They just linger and we’re never really the same as we were before the injuries.

The fatigue occurs in different stages of intensity…

#1- The physical things begin to take their toll around midday. I feel as though I could collapse and sleep for hours. I’ve actually tried to do it, but I never seem to be able to fall asleep. I get a bit weak-minded and weak bodied, but a little time-out is all that I require.

#2- The lack of sleep sometimes leaves me tired from morning until evening. I get several energy spurts throughout the day, but all in all I’m tired from start to finish. Relatives who see me this way often look at me sympathetically, which always leaves me feeling as though I’ve been bitten by a zombie and they know that I’ll turn into a cannibalistic ghoul at any moment.

#3- The physical issues work in unison with the lack of sleep and it all feels as though I’m sort of just a lump of flesh forging my way through the hours. It almost feels as though I’ve been living through a dream at the end of the day. It’s really uncomfortable both mentally and physically. I hate those kind of days.

Why am I chattering about this today? I woke up last night a couple of hours after I went to bed and I’ve spent parts of the day working on things that involved errands, housework, and home repairs. My body, at this moment, feels as though it’s one of those old appliances that’s missing knobs and doesn’t function properly, but your grandmother refuses to throw it away because it was the latest model fifty years ago when she bought it and she believes that it should last forever. Maybe I can get the tranquilizer rifle cheap on Amazon with free shipping included.