OR, make an excuse and WIN A PRIZE.
My comfort zone lies between eyes open and eyes closed.
My real challenge these next five weeks is finding a way to live a real life like a Real Girl: somnumbulance, bloody stigmata, psoriatic arthritis, and all.
Remember when I mentioned going for my Stelara injection two weeks ago? Well, I went there in my drug-addled daze, thinking it WAS the day for my shot, but that Wednesday was only the three-week mark. The office staff was cordially surprised to see me there. Stelara has had some cognitive side effects, you could say. And get this, I sincerely thought I was doing a lot BETTER that day.
Last Wednesday was the correct day, but when I arrived, we found that the specialty pharmacy had forgotten to send my Stelara. So four days ago it arrived FOR REAL and I was injected and have been sleep-walking ever since.
I am just so tired and the headache is epic in its proportions. I am sure that won’t last. The same thing happened for about two weeks after the first shot. And I got better. OVER TIME.
My current challenge is to stay awake. Or not. The way my brain manages sleep is all whacked out. I want to sleep all day, which I refuse to do. One mustn’t give in to these things.
However, when I DO go to bed in the evening, I fall into a bright, waking drowse where I rarely go all the way into the darkling, cocooned slumber of the blessed. It’s the like the sleep-handling part of my brain has forgotten how to do its job and I bob around on the surface of consciousness like a cork.
My waking time is dreamy and tired. I put the milk into the cupboard after pouring a glass, I lose track of what my friends and family say to me…in the middle of the conversation. I’ve spent a great part of the past few weeks in my pajamas. Whoops, just had a little nap there. Curled up on the sofa under a blanket may not be the best place to write this. The Internet told me that these side effects subside with subsequent injections. You KNOW I always believe the Internet.
Joss offered to make an explanatory post for me, perhaps entitled “Gray is in a Coma,” so I could sit in a dim house with my eyes at half mast another week.
But I got this IDEA, and now I am trying to stay awake long enough to share it with you.
This is the official “YOU ARE EXCUSED” post. All who are simply unable to join in the big “I Dare You” this week are encouraged to post their excuses. I will judge them for pathos, gore, and originality.
My personal favorite will receive a copy of the Mayo Clinic Diet plus the accompanying notebook. (The very ones they sent me for FREE when I was worried they wouldn’t be published in time for our first challenge. We are very GREENISHLY recycling it. *virtue*)
Your excuse (and hopefully mine) is only good for ONE WEEK.
Your HOMEWORK in this week is to read everyone’s posts and become inspired to do something awesome next week.
Next week we’ll be climbing El Capitan, landscaping our back gardens, or writing novels. RIGHT?