While others’ Revenge of the Sixth probably involves hangovers from Cinco de Mayo, mine involves not having slept in over 24 hours.
I watched three episodes of “House” this morning/afternoon while working out with my 2- and 5-lb hand weights, and my 2.5-lb ankle weights, and even used my imitation Thighmaster for my upper arms and abdomen (did you know you could do that? YUUUUP). Then I switched out my laundry, folded and put away what I could, and now I’m sitting here feeling like I’m going to pass out, but just completely unable to do so.
Why am I so wired, while being so exhausted? Working out normally would have been my kryptonite, especially right now. What on Earth is going on, here? I should probably check some drug interactions. I’m willing to bet my ATP fuel and my thyroid meds have something to do with this, despite all of the “downers” I’m on post-surgery. :-/
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my Monday. If anyone needs me, I’ll probably be laying in bed with my eye mask on for the next 6 hours. I don’t know if it will do any good, but I might as well try.
I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. BUT I WORKED OUT, DAMN IT. That has to count for something!