Monday, September 14, 2009

I don't feel like me today.

I wish there were better words. If there are I cannot find them. I am tired (and perhaps that is because of the meds keeping me up a few days ago), really more like dead on my feet. I am weak and am having trouble stringing thoughts together. Talking takes effort. Everything is just slow and thick and bizarre. I do not like this and hope it passes quickly.

1 comment:

Adventures on the Road said...

Appreciate the extra effort at these toughest times to 'write through the fog'. Continue to take us with you wherever you go.
your brother, Gary