I just had the following conversation with my husband:
Mike: Are you sure you’re not depressed?
Me: What do I do when I’m depressed?
Mike: Oh…. you sleep.
Me: And what am I not doing now?
Mike: I get it.
Ding ding ding!
This is like asking if I’m depressed because I’m listening to Dashboard or am I listening to Dashboard because I’m depressed.
I took a three hour nap yesterday, and thanks to a hefty dose of trazadone I slept 10 last night.
I’m still freaking exhausted. But here’s to hoping I sleep tonight. I’m seriously considering taking a week’s vacation, maybe as soon as next week, and just sleeping all week.
It’s not even 6 here yet, and I’m already considering going to bed.
Will post more tomorrow.
