But my hair looks fucking awesome today

So, yep, pretty swollen today after Sunday's punching session. I'm trying to decide if it's worth it to just say Fuck It and plan to spend Mondays in stretchy clothes because man I love my conversations with the heavy bag. Adrenal fatigue is a huge concern for me, but so is being active.

Another mark in the not-so-great column: I now wake up groggy, tired, and disoriented. Used to be I was a morning person. I loved waking up early, and would do so without an alarm. I felt at my best in the morning, in fact. Now, not so much. It's been months since I woke with that "time to start the day!" feeling. I don't even get that on weekends, anymore. mckitterick tells me this is how most people feel in the mornings, but even he's more chipper than I am in the mornings these days.

I've asked my PCP and Dr. Khosh send copies of my charts to KU Med. Now I must read through the physician bios to see with whom I'd like to set up my preliminary appointment. I feel like I'm being asked to pick the actual Grail from the assortment of chalices. Ugh.

This weekend I didn't get done half the things I wanted to do. Thanks, fatigue! My goal for this week is to complete my hoped-for weekend tasks before Friday of this week. I already have one social engagement that I am loathe to postpone (again), so that gives me three evenings to get a lot of stuff done. Not gonna be a lot of time to spend on the couch with mckitterick. Sorry, hon. And somewhere in there I'd really like to squeeze in a yoga session? Maybe? Realistically, maybe not.

drinkingcocoa posted a link to this fantastic website. It's designed for people who want to "Organize Meals for a Friend after a Birth, Surgery or Illness." Pretty nifty.

ETA: I just sent off an email to someone where I realized it's time to admit to myself I think I'm depressed. Again. So there's that. Yay, good times.