The state of me

My previous two weekends were lost to sleep. Today was the new typical Saturday; I slept for 14 hours and damn near fell asleep out here on the couch after breakfast. Put my elbow on the arm rest, rested my jaw on my fist, and that was very nearly all she wrote.

Not that there is anything necessarily wrong with me other than my usual problems with sleeping soundly while my body is doing its damnedest to respond to allergens.

So far this year I've been to the eye doctor -- came away with a much stronger prescription and am now wearing glasses that let me see at a distance. I've also been checked for cancers of the reproductive system (none found), and had my brain MRI'd (with contrast). Those results won't be in until midweek although I'm unlikely to know the results until August since that's when my follow-up with the neurologist is scheduled. I made the appointment because my wonky memory has been well, wonky, and I was starting to obsess about it. That and I keep reading articles that pair sleep apnea with a propensity for strokes and articles that indicate minor stroke damage makes future fatal strokes far more likely. So I'm hoping the tests (I have two more scheduled for this week) will reveal nothing.

There are worse things in the world than being labeled a hypochondriac.