For some reason, I’ve been really tired lately. And I don’t mean that whole lull-in-the-afternoon thing. No, I mean yawning, head-lolling, wonder-if-I-can-stay-awake-to-drive-home kind of fatigue.
This is sooo not me.
After a month or so of this silliness, I decided to go see my doctor. The appointment was today. I LOVE my internist: my appointment was for 9:40. I arrived at 9:20, was ushered back to the room at 9:25. The nurse weighed me, shooting me a look as she made note of the number.
“Hey, I went to Europe okay? Have you tasted the pasta in Rome, the potato-thingies in Prague? And the wine, did I mention the wine?” I whined all the way back to the ice-chamber doctors colloquially call the exam room.