Depression Marathon Blog

My photo
Diagnosed with depression 17 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Saturday, December 23, 2017

2 hour nap

Perhaps it's because I've been sick the entire month. I'm tired. I returned to work this week, and it's been a long, busy week. By yesterday my brain and body were screaming for a nap prior to lunch time! Unfortunately, I didn't get that nap, but I just woke up from a two hour nap I enjoyed today. Like yesterday, my body was screaming at me to lie down. I love napping, but I'm not used to being so tired.

I am still recovering from my illness. It's now 24 days and counting since I got sick. I'm still coughing a bit, and I can talk, although not yet normally. I appreciated being well enough to go to work this week, but other than that I didn't get much done. My evenings were spent vegging rather than doing chores or exercising. But I allowed that to be okay.

I vowed to get some exercise this weekend. I ran a nice interval workout this morning on the Alter-G treadmill. I ran at 70% of my body weight for 50 minutes with five, 3-minute intervals. Although I felt good during my run, I may have been a bit too aggressive. The fatigue set in shortly after I finished. I was whipped! It was all I could do to eat some lunch and finish my laundry before I gave in and took my delightful 2 hour nap.

With Christmas on the horizon, I have a couple more days to heal and rest prior to returning to work. I have no plans for Christmas, which is okay, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me feel a little sad. It's a big family holiday, and I just don't have that. My brothers all have their own families with children, in-laws, and grandparents. My parents live in Florida. It will just be Jet and I for Christmas here. No worries, I've got a couple of movies to watch, a couple treats for Jet, and perhaps I'll take a couple more 2 hour naps.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays, my friends.

4 comments:

paullamb said...

One of the side effects of my new antidepressant (desvenlafaxine) is constant sleepiness. I can literally lie down and fall asleep at any time. (I fight it with caffeine and willpower.) As a result, I'm getting a lot more naps these days than I ever did in the past. I've been taking it for 3+ months, and my doctor tells me that I likely won't get over this side effect, so it's good and bad.

My house is loaded with family for the holiday (including three under three years old) and I'll "secretly" confess that I miss my solitude. But as a blogging buddy and co-depressant, I wish I could be there with you to enjoy some cheer and raise a glass (of non-alcoholic goodness -- another consequence of my drug). I know you're strong and independent, and I suspect Jet is a good friend.

As always, I take a lot of strength from your posts and your example.

paullamb said...

Also,

I was flying home from Thanksgiving weekend in Seattle, intending to do a lot of quality reading on my 3+ hour flight but decided to close my eyes for "just ten minutes." The next thing I knew, the pilot was announcing that we were beginning out descent into Kansas City.

Happy Holidays!

Christy Le said...

Hi Etta,

I'm a longtime reader of your blog, but this is the first time I've commented. I want to add my voice to the many who have said thank you to you for faithfully, intelligently and honestly writing about your experiences here. I am going through a little bit of a rough patch at the moment, and reading your blogs posts lately is putting things very much into perspective for me and has brought my mood back up. I feel much less alone reading your posts and the comments of your readers. And I feel a camaraderie reading about your struggles and the ways that you so bravely and intelligently handle them. Your blog gives me strength to continue putting one foot in front of the other, even during the times when that's a difficult thing to do. This comment may be out of the blue, but I'm sure it reflects a lot of your audiences feelings toward you and this blog. We are grateful for your strong voice.

Thanks and much love this holiday season,
Christy

etta said...

@ Christy: Wow... Thank you for your kind words. What you said really means a lot to me. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still writing this blog. Thanks for letting me know you appreciate the effort.



.