Wednesday evening
Shit happens. Is it Sleep Apnoea, (possible diagnosis by my GP) or Glucose Intolerance or both? This day has seen me laid low and prostrate with no bloody energy at all. I hate this friggin shell that my mind must inhabit. The appointments with experts in their seperate fields cannot come soon enough. I have no idea if my 'mood' is still lifted. The total lack of any energy at all renders me inert. Diabetes has been discounted, but any sugar/chocolate/glucose/syrup, will send me to horizontal lethargy for hours.You have run a ten mile race, your legs are so heavy and depleted of strength that you cannot lift them, staying awake takes a concerted effort, that is what it feels like.
I can only wait and let this draining of my forces pass. Yesterday evening was such a joy! This opportunity to write allows me to focus on my condition and is not a place to bewail my state. This is how it is. Shit.
Was I premature in my excitement? I can only continue to wait.