I stayed home today, afraid I would fall asleep on the way to work. I've been sleeping every free second I have, and still I wake up feeling the exact same way I felt before I slept. It's weird. And frustrating.
The blood test results came back today, and I'm perfectly fine in that department. My doctor called me around 6:30 this evening, and he's got nothin'. He gave me the name and phone number of a sleep doctor. I'll call him tomorrow morning and set up an appointment to talk about having a sleep test to find out what's causing my "profound fatigue."
I can't keep skipping out on work, so Dan will probably drop me off and pick me up tomorrow. Now I'm paranoid about driving, certain that the first time I get the guts and go, I'll fall asleep and die.
Dan's with his pals in the living room having a Starcraft party. I'm the party-pooper in the bedroom, refusing the company of the female counterparts of these pals so I can sleep, crochet, and play Super Mario DS all by myself.
I think I'll go get some more food and finish Dan's Bender Bending Rodriguez.