|Do you see what happens when I get over-tired?|
Sometimes, I write bad poetry. When you
over-do, does it affect your attitude?
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Leave Well Enough Alone
The Fibromyalgia and the CFS/ME have kicked in again, and I have so much more to do. I’m expecting company. I should have been spending more time cleaning house. But no, I had to play with my blog, because I’m obsessed – Nah, well maybe, a little obsessive. Because I am a perfectionist—Ahh—now, I’m, getting somewhere. Of course, I ended up with a huge case of brain fog.
It’s crazy. I can write; however, at this moment, I cannot focus enough to read anything lengthy or even slightly technical. Therefore, I am afraid this blog post may sound like the demented ramblings of a muddled mad-woman. I’m actually writing this blog post with the inside of my head feeling as if it might burst. I don’t really have a headache: it feels more like a brain ache. Either my brain is bursting, or there is a band tightening around it.
The sensible thing would be to go to bed right now; but tonight, I will probably lie there waiting for the sandman to do his job: and those random thoughts about all I did today and what I need to do tomorrow will intrude. It never ceases to amaze me how my totally fatigued body fights sleep. IT’S NOT RIGHT, but it is what it is.