Yesterday's test -- a lot of controlled breathing into a measurement device, before and after inhaling various mystical medicinal mists -- didn't seem like much physical effort. Neither did the walk between the parking garage and the hospital. And while the effort of being semi-charming to a stranger for a couple of hours take quite a bit out of a confirmed introvert, it's not as if I haven't had to before.
But I guess it added up; I got home, had coffee, took an online meeting for work, did a little e-mail and planning -- and fell seamlessly asleep, head on the keyboard. Came groggily to a half-hour later and decide to lay down, "just for a little while." It became a three and a half hour nap.
Woke up, made supper, stared at the tube awhile and realized I was barely awake enough to clear things away and get to bed. It was a struggle to stay awake for that. After eight hours of sleep, I still don't feel rested or awake.
I think I'll blame yesterday's chamomile tea, along with being out of shape. Maybe another cup of coffee will help.
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