Weight Retreat and Z Invasion

Well, I seem to be down to my lowest weight in several years. As usual, this happened without trying. I'm down 16 pounds in three weeks. Woohoo! I should try on some of the old clothes that almost don't quite fit. Save me some needed shopping.

Exercise? Hell no. All I seem to do is sleep. It's completely out of hand. Yesterday I slept 14 hours. About 10 hours later I was asleep again, for 8 hours, then after being awake an hour, I couldn't stay awake and slept another 3 hours.

Granted, during the 14 hour marathon session I woke a couple times with chills and then fever, but otherwise I've shown no indications of illness per se.

I keep having the craziest dreams, too. They seem completely real. But really, setting up to tape a game show in my grandmother's cellar? I don't think so.

I think if I'm going to take these meds, I will have to find an appropriate balance of caffiene to offset the excess ease with which it allows me to sleep. That seemed to work Sunday, almost too well.

I almost feel like there's an internal battle going on between the meds kicking in and my system trying to stay the same. It's sort of interesting, except for the part about being very much in the middle of it.

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Well, congrats on the weight loss.

"I keep having the craziest dreams, too."

Heh. That's just bleed from the alternate realities.

James

Hope you're feeling better.