I wore myself out driving everywhere at the weekend, and slowly my body's catching up on the sleep it thinks it needs. I woke up at 9:15 this morning.
There was a time when I would have leapt out of bed as though it had been electrified, knocking over the bedside water and the alarm clock in the process. Being late is never desirable. But this morning, I just lay there, sighed at the ceiling and then slowly got up, got ready, and got to work, just before 10 without a worry.
My eyes are still broken, and there's no sign of my referral.
"Should you even be driving?" asked my sister. It's a fair question: I got to this point last week and decided I was just about okay. But it is true that driving back the other night after the gig, was troubling at best. Maybe it is the right thing to do after all.
What a miserable thought - giving up driving. What if this is forever? What if my eyes never get better? I'm already trapped enough and tired enough.
I'm too tired to process that question well. Who knows what happens when I'm exhausted from having to walk everywhere!
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