Some days I just really don’t feel like writing. I feel lazy, even though when I take a step back and look at it, I’m really not slacking off. I’m working constantly. It’s just that sometimes nothing gets done.
I also deal with extreme fatigue (among other things) relative to iron-deficiency anemia. My red blood cells are under-sized, and too few in number, but gosh darn it if those little guys don’t push their hardest to keep me going. So I seriously sometimes spend days unable to do anything, to concentrate on anything, and to get anything done. I got hit with a bad flare up of fatigue — I honestly don’t know if that’s an actual thing or not, but I’m going to call it that because it hit really suddenly despite following my iron regimen protocols. I slept for a day and a half and I still only feel semi-conscious for several hours at a time.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m behind on my a-to-z’s as a result.
This frustrates me.
I’m a perfectionistic type-A sort of person, so when I hit a sluggish period where I can’t do anything about it, I get very angry. When I’m awake during these bouts, I journal or read. Typing kind of hits the konk-out snooze button in my brain so I don’t get a lot of typing done.
So, I feel lethargic, despite having enthusiasm and interest in doing stuff.
This is a lazy post because I need to put something here for L. I had intended to do a wonderful post about how to construct a language, and I still want to do that. But until my body gets with the program, I’m blargh.
Provided that I’m conscious this weekend, I’ll get caught up. Everyone have some liver and spinach in my name! I’m going back to bed now. 😛