Fatigue is a funny guy. The full name for the guy that's here with me now is Intermittent Extreme Fatigue. Also Known As Intermittent Moderate Fatigue. Or maybe he's schiztophrenic or has a multiple personality disorder. Whatever his state of mind, he definitely has some strong influence on my state of mind as well as physical abilities.
Sometimes he is just hanging around keeping me company, but other times I feel like he's secretly injected me with anti-gravity material and, frequently, is imposing on my alertness, even my basic consciousness.
He's a sneaky guy as well. He's spontaneous and unpredictable. He's deceiving. I never know when he's coming or going or how long he'll stay and just as I think he's going out for a walk, he changes his mind and comes back in to demand my attention.
He's a guest that has most definitely overstayed his welcome. I've learned to accommodate his presence. I've resolved to tolerate his presence. If I knew he had a definite departure date, I'd be a little more patient about his presence. I'm praying that he does not weasel his way into becoming a permanent resident.
Go away!
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