I continued sleeping—for most of the time—between Friday afternoon and 5 this morning. Though still weak and tired, I may be coming out of the worst of it; whatever “it” was. But I’ll make no wagers just yet. I still feel like I fell overboard from a ship far at sea; each attempt at swimming toward land is an invitation to drowning. My gut does not appreciate the risk; nor does my brain.
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My energy may be at an all-time low. If not, it’s close. I may crawl back in bed for another 36 hours (give or take). If only I could rid myself of this beast.
