The last few days have left me bedridden a good chunk of the day, and it seems to be getting worse.
You know your meds make you a zombie when your cats are trying to check your vitals at 3 in the afternoon after you have been asleep for at least 14 hours.
It seems as though my biological clock got reset the wrong way. I have to be a morning person for my work, unless I can pitch the idea to transfer me to third shift and have this funk work in my favor.
I’m extremely productive when I’m actually awake, don’t get me wrong, but I’d like to see what the world looks like during the day. Is that too much to ask?
I’m heading to the doctor tomorrow to see what magic he has up his sleeve and whether or not I can go back to work.
It’s amazing how one event like an anxiety attack can ruin your life.
Here’s to hoping I can get my life back.