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I've gotten nothing accomplished the last few days because I've been draggingly tired. Each day, I have an energy spike in the evening that makes me feel enough better that going to bed early seems foolish or, at least, not immediately necessary. Caffeine and Provigil haven't been enough to help me get through the long afternoons when just sitting up feels exhausting.

Last night, I went to bed early. This morning, Scott got up with Cordelia and let me sleep. I think I got about thirteen hours. I feel a lot better, not 100% but a lot better.

This means I'll probably be heading for bed early this week. I'll be having to get up at 7 each morning so that I can get Cordelia to camp by 8:30. The walking will probably be good for me, but I'll be pushing my boundaries a bit (okay, possibly a lot) by doing the round trip twice a day. I'm just not willing to sit outside for six and a half hours every day.

My hope is that I'll do well enough with the walking to be able to spend the time Cordelia's away writing. I have two sentences of chapter 20 written and hope to have a complete draft by the end of the week (I've got ten days left on this round of ficfinishing. Five days of camp will help a lot if I use them right).

Of course, if I go back to spaghetti limbs and exhaustion, I may try going to my doctor. She won't be able to do much, but I can at least document this as an FMS flare. I haven't had one like this in years. I've been very, very lucky. I suppose that had to run out at some point.

At any rate, if you see me online after 10 p.m. in my time zone (eastern daylight savings), please poke me and tell me to go to bed. If I don't start heading for bed then, I'll be up until midnight. I can't afford that.

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I've gotten nothing accomplished the last few days because I've been draggingly tired. Each day, I have an energy spike in the evening that makes me feel enough better that going to bed early seems foolish or, at least, not immediately necessary. Caffeine and Provigil haven't been enough to help me get through the long afternoons when just sitting up feels exhausting.

Last night, I went to bed early. This morning, Scott got up with Cordelia and let me sleep. I think I got about thirteen hours. I feel a lot better, not 100% but a lot better.

This means I'll probably be heading for bed early this week. I'll be having to get up at 7 each morning so that I can get Cordelia to camp by 8:30. The walking will probably be good for me, but I'll be pushing my boundaries a bit (okay, possibly a lot) by doing the round trip twice a day. I'm just not willing to sit outside for six and a half hours every day.

My hope is that I'll do well enough with the walking to be able to spend the time Cordelia's away writing. I have two sentences of chapter 20 written and hope to have a complete draft by the end of the week (I've got ten days left on this round of Ficfinishing. Five days of camp will help a lot if I use them right).

Of course, if I go back to spaghetti limbs and exhaustion, I may try going to my doctor. She won't be able to do much, but I can at least document this as an FMS flare. I haven't had one like this in years. I've been very, very lucky. I suppose that had to run out at some point.

At any rate, if you see me online after 10 p.m. in my time zone (eastern daylight savings), please poke me and tell me to go to bed. If I don't start heading for bed then, I'll be up until midnight. I can't afford that.