Dammit, I hate this time of year. I'm always cold and always sleepy and I have, as usual, eleventy-million things to do and I can't snap myself out of this lethargy long enough to get them done. I never feel like I get enough sleep, no matter how much I get. I just want to curl into a cocoon and hibernate until spring. Why don't humans hibernate? Well, some do, but that's certainly not the norm. Too bad. Hibernation sounds nice.
It's not that I'm depressed, although the frustration over all this tiredness is pretty depressing. I'm eating right (mostly), I'm exercising (semi-)regularly, I'm spending plenty of time in the sunshine, on days we have sunshine. I've got my supplements again, although not having them generally just makes me spacey and unfocused, not tired. I'm going to bed early every night. I'm doing everything RIGHT. And I feel as peppy as a three-toed sloth, the kind that has green fur because it moves so slowly that it can't outrun algae.
Well, there is the one thing. I've had on my to do list "Make appointment to see doctor about thyroid condition" for about three months now. I keep putting it off because I don't really have a doctor. I could go to my old GP, but I haven't always been pleased with his medication choices, and I'm definitely not amused with how he would only prescribe outrageously expensive blood pressure medication for my mom, despite her protests that she couldn't possibly afford it. I could go to the newer, younger doctor in that same office, but that whole office staff tends to be irritatingly slow about everything, and kind of snotty about it, too. I could go to the new GP that my mom started seeing after a blood vessel in her brain popped and, thankfully, spewed out of her nose instead of turning into an aneurysm. He prescribed her meds that only cost her twenty bucks a month, and she seems to like him so far. I could go to my husband's GP, but we can't really stand that guy and he's considering finding a new GP anyway. I could go to the one he's considering switching to. But if I switch then I have to go to all the hassle of getting my records transferred, and the slow, snotty office staff in my old GP's practice charge a stupid amount of money to copy your records and then make you pick them up in person, and how do I have time for that?
The indecision alone is exhausting.
This is all to say that: I'm cold, and also very tired, and I would like very much to go home and go to bed. But wouldn't we all like that best?
Dammit, I hate this time of year.
1 comment:
What you said. In triplicate.
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