Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

August 20, 2010, 7:04 pmDoctor Psychobabble1 comment

ESP Parking

No, I don’t think I actually have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. But there is certainly a part of my right now that wants to curl up and die. It’s Friday at 8:00 p.m. I put in just shy of 80 hours this week. All I can think about right now is pigging out and curling up to watch a very nonsensical movie. I feel like I say this every day, but I have so many great stories/insights to share, and yet lack the energy to put those thoughts into coherent sentences at this time.

The ONLY thing keeping me going right now is the fact that this is a GOLDEN weekend coming up. Yes, I have both Saturday and Sunday off. Thank my lucklicious stars. Okay, I’m not even making sense anymore. I have outlined a list of “to do” items to get accomplished this weekend. My goal is to complete them all, while “sleeping in” until at least 8 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday (even though I doubt my body will let me do so).

Good night sweet world. And enjoy the photo with this post, taken on my walk to the hospital today. I always see the sign and want to walk up to the car parker and say “did you know that I was going to come here?”

Part of My “Yo Brooklyn, Fuhgeddaboudit” Photo Series

  • Linda Hawke

    All right then, I just can’t hold this back any longer. This is beginning to feel like the final segment of a very long hazing. Now you are being asked to relinguish the few remaining aspect of your life that define your inner core. Those would be fairly important things like food, sleep, excercise and spending any time at all with significant others. As an outsider, this appears an enormous price to pay for the MD acronym.

    Any way to find a beter balance? What a very unhealthy way to enter an health care career.

    How the hell is Jennifer going to do it with a newborn? Boggles the mind.