I had trouble sleeping last night in the upright position, so I got up early (as I usually do) and surfed the web a bit. Bouncy as can be, I was thinking how in another day or so I should be ready for my doctor visit and why did the doctor suggest that I rest up so long? I told Jim I was much better and even suggested I could carry the overloaded laundry basket down the stairs to do laundry. Note: Jim is doing the laundry, and I didn't carry anything downstairs but my tired ass when I needed to eat.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. Tired. Dead tired. Napped all morning. Still tired.