I get so tired of being tired. I woke up about four times last night. I haven't slept right since the accident, and last night was super annoying because I kept falling back asleep (lightly) and then waking up after just a little while. I got out of bed this morning and went through my exercise routine. It only took about forty-five minutes. Next up was breakfast, a ton of typing for my job, and working on some online Christmas shopping. I then had lunch, followed by some gardening work out in the front yard of my house. When I was finished I came inside to do some more online browsing. Sounds mundane, yes? Why then do I feel as though I've been hiking in the Andes for a week with no food or shelter? I hate the thought of going to bed tonight because I can't stand the torment involved in "sorta" sleeping. I feel so sore and burned out physically that it's starting to effect my mental aptitude. In other words, I'm feeling as though my mental state just isn't all that great...like a 20 watt bulb that's facing a brown-out.
My body keeps working, but it's times like these that make it feel more like slave labor. The (mostly) unjustified fatigue is wearing on me, and the accident that happened eight years ago feels as though it's got plenty of fight left in it. I get tired of hurting, and I get tired of being too tired to care about hurting. This is just a part of the aftereffects of my accident, and living with those aftereffects is a real drag. I know that I'm whining, but hey, no-one will really listen but you.
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