My hair is growing out because I don't want to pay for a haircut. When at my cubicle, it gets in my eyes so I use paperclips and black clip things to hold it back. Well, it seems I was setting a new fashion statement in class all day Tuesday. I had two paper clips in my hair.
My husband has had enough. And because I am doing less reading (and work overall) for classes and have time to, well, do nothing for part of the evening, he has handed the reins (leash) over to me.
You look confused. Ah, why would this be a big deal? Well, mainly because my husband believes in the dog pull until he is choking and your arm is falling off style of dog-walking. This will lead to a couple of events. The first that will happen is that I will be pulled down at some point. It always happens. There will be a steady stream of foul language and much beating of the dog (not really, but my forehead will ignite my hair because I want to take my frustrations out on the dog). Then there will be the half-assed training that will at least keep me from having joint separation in the upper appendages. It basically consists of me yelling "loose leash" while standing still and the dog on 2 legs, upper body raised, desperately trying to go forward. After 10-15 minutes of this he will realize that I am walking him (the bitch) instead of husband and that I am serious about not moving until he acts right.
I volunteered for this. I did notice the hubby has been pretty frazzled at night. And after three years of doing most things pet related (as well as errand and bill paying related, toss in a little laundry and housecleaning) he needs to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Since I start work in August, I am not going to tell him that it's an on-coming train.
Yikes. I am having a lot of bad days. Just when I get to the point where I think I am not so tired, I start flagging by 2 o'clock. Fatigue is not simply the craving for sleep, it's that dragging feeling that saps your motivation to do ANYTHING, even fun things. And if not dealt with, it can easily begin to morph into depression. Luckily, I usually can avoid that.
Fatigue is a weird thing. You think to yourself, I just need a little more sleep. But then after a night where I was actually able to get almost 10 hours, I am still fuzzy in the brain.
Most fatigue can be fixed fairly simply. Causes include poor nutrition, little exercise, or stress. You have to hope it's one of these, because if it's an underlying medical problem, doctors will be chasing their tails trying to find the cause. Medical conditions can be anything, from as simple as an underlying infection to something far more serious and difficult to find, like MS.
Well, I can't go to my doctor. She has not been exactly helpful. Any time I have mentioned fatigue, all she says is, You are getting old, You are in law school, It's normal. Even though the one time she acquiesced to me getting blood work, turns out it was an underlying infection. Antibiotics...10 days later...Felt so much better.
So the first step is to get back to decent eating. Nutrition, fit in the 5 vegies and 2 fruits, etc.