Weariness is wearing

I am amazed at how wiped out I still am.  

After I managed to crawl to the couch today I rarely left it.  No kidding.  

I left the Australian Open on and went in and out of consciousness all day.  I don't like this drugged feeling.  

I still feel like I could sleep for at least another week.

Maybe all of my sleep deprivation combined with the massive amounts of anesthetic and turned me into a zombie.  

So ---- I shall apologize .... there is nothing to write about today.  Well, not totally nothing.

Son #3 did manage to get the groceries out of the car.  

A friend came over with a bottle of wine tonight to just sit with me.

And yet another friend came over to bring Son #3 and me something to eat.

I think it may have been the only time I ate today.  

Think about it ..... have you ever seen any fat zombies?  I think not.  They're too busy being zombies to even think about eating.

Oh .... I did have two cool "blog" things happen today.  I received an e-mail from a woman who is going to link my blog to her "blog tour" of blogs about grief, healing and hope.

And then I received an e-mail from a man who has an on-line magazine.  He wants to add my post about the things I learned in Kenya.  Now that's digging deep!

So not a totally uneventful day.  But a totally zombie day.

My eyes keep shutting and my fingers stop typing.

It's time to give in to my inner-zombie.

Does anyone know how long this will last??  How long, typically, do these drugs stay in your system?  I feel horrible and totally worthless. Not too unlike many days during the past 13 months, only without the bouts of narcolepsy and zombie drool.

Of course I could be wrong about the drool ..... I haven't crawled to a mirror today.

If I don't post tomorrow someone may want to come over and put a mirror under my nose to check for breathing.

And I'm only sort-of kidding.