I don't get it

[mousme]

Seriously. An average of nine hours of sleep every weeknight last week, including Friday, nearly twelve hours last night (zonked out at 8:30 instead of reading my book and got up around the same time today), and I'm *still* tired. Not as desperately tired as before, but still not great.

Okay, let me amend that. I'm not feeling actually tired or sleepy, but I'm not feeling rested.

I think I may heed karine's warning about anemia and head off to see a doctor. I've been borderline anemic before, and got iron prescribed to keep me functional. I don't think you can get iron without a prescription, as far as I can recall. So, medical professional it is.

Bah.

I just hope that I'll have slept enough this past week to adapt to next week's schedule change with the new job.

In other news, Pan-Pan has slowly but surely oozed onto my arm from where he was sitting on the table a good six inches away the last time I checked. I'm slowly losing all sensation in the fingertips of my left hand. I'll have to dislodge him in a moment. At least he's not directly on my keyboard, which is where he likes to be.

Okay, stuff to do.

Comments

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Hee!

No, I don't think so. Pan-Pan is an equal-opportunity offender, the furry slug; and my arm was hurting even when I had the computer in the bedroom, which means Pan-Pan had no access to it.

It's a good thought, though. :)