It’s been a windy day, and we even had a little rain. It was frustrating because the temperature and breeze would have been perfect for opening the windows for some fresh air. But I knew that would have really aggravated my asthma and allergies.

Although I’m feeling more certain that my lung tightness is climate-related, I skipped today’s dose. The left side of my thyroid may be slightly enlarged, and of course a higher TSH could be affecting my energy levels. So depending on how I feel, I may not continue the weekly skips for long.

I still worry that they’re either not going to give me a CPAP or that they will, but it won’t help—and then they won’t be able to figure out what’s wrong if my TSH is close enough to normal and I’m not diabetic. Copilot said you’re unlikely to get fatigued from your A1C unless it’s over 7, and I can’t imagine mine suddenly jumping from 5.9 to 7. At this point, as long as I stay off sugar and keep active, I should never become diabetic.

I really, really hope most of the fatigue is from sleep apnea because that’s treatable! If it’s not related to sleep apnea, my A1C, or even my TSH, then it’s probably chronic fatigue. What else could it be???

I definitely sleep sounder with Clonazepam—my sleep score jumped from 80 to 88. But I’m not going to take it before bed tonight since I don’t want to rely on it every day, which means I’ll likely wake up more often and be pretty tired tomorrow.

I’m so fucking sick of spending years trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. I spent the better part of a decade figuring out the anxiety, and now I’m leaning toward half a decade trying to solve the fatigue. If this ever does get resolved, how many years will I spend trying to figure out the next health issue?

Anyway, I had more dreams about moving, even though I don’t know where the hell we were. First, we were staying someplace temporarily, and I noticed the shade in one of the windows was torn, so I made a mental note to hang a curtain over it or something. Then, we were going to be living near Miss Perfect again—my SIL. Oddly enough, I was glad we’d be near each other again. We were catching up on our health, and she still looked the same age and was still working. In real life, she’d be close to 70 now. I told her I went from 160 pounds to 120 pounds—LOL, that’ll never happen, but hopefully, I’ll never be in the 160s again either.

Tom has been playing these games that pay you to play. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing. So I rejoined Inbox Dollars, checked out their arcade, and downloaded a couple of games I’ve been playing.