Just a warning for the guys – this post contains health information of a feminine nature. I know the HPS guys know exactly what I mean. Read at your own risk. This weekend wasn’t what I had in mind. I had slated it as a “restful catch-up weekend.” No adventure fitness, no work obligations (at least not too many), no real commitments and maybe a trip to the mall in search of a few fall wardrobe items. My body had other ideas. Friday I felt excessively tired. I woke up, poked my big toe out of the covers and rolled over with a moan. I wasn’t ready to get up. I was warm and sleepy and wanted nothing more than to stay put. But, the clock showed that I was already running a half-hour late, so I groggily went about the business of getting ready for work. (I’m loving this new haircut – done in five seconds flat!). Even after my shower I felt overwhelmingly tired. I took my temperature – normal. So, off to work I went, falling asleep on the bus. By about 1:00 pm I was fighting to stay awake at...
Stories from the battle to cure Hermansky-Pudlak Syndrome, and other observations about every day life