I guess having a "touch of malaria" is like being "a little pregnant" - either you are or you aren't. So I'm not, either malarial or preggers. But I sure felt tired. I went home on Tuesday, fell asleep at around 7pm, and didn't manage to awaken (despite M's best efforts) until around noon. I was exhausted but not feverish so despite M's suggestion to get a blood test I decided just to stay home. We borrowed the Alec Guinness comedy collection on DVD so I watched "Kind Hearts and Coronets" which I enjoyed very much.
So now I'm set to have another mellow day at work, answering emails, sorting through my mail (we got a twice monthly DHL pouch and my pile arrived yesterday), and generally being a bum. On my to-do list are items like "confirm with Tim re trivia night," "call tailor," and "look busy." Might have to concentrate especially hard on the last one....
as an aid to looking busy... walk everywhere with a document in your hand. and leave a jacket over the back of your chair at all times. that way, no one would have noticed that you weren't there yesterday :)
hope it's nothing other than fatigue
On May 4th, 2006 01:59 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Oh my gosh, Sylvia, can I ever relate to the sleepiness. I just found out last week I'm pregnant and since yesterday I've been hit with the most unbelievable exhaustion ever. I remember it from my pregnancy with Issy, but it's starting much too early this time.
I feel like something's sucking all my energy out of me--for real. I remember how when I was first pregnant with Issy I'd be in tears after work thinking I wouldn't be able to stay awake to drive home (a 5 minute drive). That story always sounded unbelievable in retrospect, but as of yesterday I totally remember what it feels like. Must be the foreign object planted in my body that's sucking all my energy out. . .
Anyway, this has been the theme of my day, so here's to commiseration! I truly feel for people with chronic fatigue--I mean, staying in bed all the time (unfortunately) isn't much of an option.