I’m not feeling right. That’s obvious to me. What’s wrong is less obvious.
It started Saturday night or Sunday. Since then I’ve been lethargic. It’s 95% of what’s wrong–lethargy. I’ve also been a little queasy from time-to-time, but not enough to stop eating. My thought processes don’t seem totally sharp either. That’s awfully tough to quantify.
Helaine and I walked Sleeping Giant Sunday morning. I made it, but our time was slower than usual and I was sweating like crazy by the time we reached the top. My legs were never too tired, but my body just didn’t have the kick it’s had recently.
I took a two hour nap between shows tonight. I still feel like I only got four hours of sleep last night
“See the doctor,” said my mom. “Do you think you should call the doctor,” asked Helaine? What would I tell him? My symptoms are so non-specific.
“Are you sure you don’t have Lyme disease,” asked a co-worker? Great. I was hoping for something new to worry about.
Here’s how this whole episode ends. I wake up tomorrow, or Wednesday, and everything’s fine. Whatever is dragging me down will have disappeared without a trace. That’s what always happens and what will happen this time too.