Shutdown

I had planned on going into work on Saturday to do some major "digging me out of the shit hole" that I am in. I've had a backlog before, but never like this as long as I've been in my role. So Saturday came and Solomonster needed to pee. I let him out, he did his business and came right back in. That was around 6:00am - clockwork for him to just stay on the work schedule. He does it on Sunday's as well. I could barely keep my eyes open. I lied back down for just a few more minutes. I woke up many hours later. I tried to motivate and get online to wake me up. I just putzed around a bit and felt the pillows yammering for my head. I answered the call and fell asleep. I woke up at 6:00pm. I stayed awake until about 9:30pm then felt the sleepmonster calling. I answered. (oh yes, solly got to pee when I was awake) I didn't wake up until 9:00am. Good golly, how can I be this tired. Otherwise I feel fine. I had not drive to even try to go into work today. I must be in the worst work-funk ever. And I love my job. I just don't like being swamped. I loved helping folks with their problems. I just don't like being pressured to help them faster than the speed of light. And with the financial world in an uproar, complainers are complaining faster than ever.

Or, it could also be partly due to my body having some difficulty acclimating to the new insulins I'm on. A nurse friend (not karen) told me that my sugar levels are lower which is a good thing. But my body might be rebelling from not getting that ever present sugar high I have been on. So I'm in Glucose Detoxification! Whodda thunk that?

So I need candy and all will be right in my universe, right? (I know Karen... no candy... there's always a party pooper out there lingering)