This Is About Right. The Crash Came. I Had to Get Summer Work Finished, But My Body Was Like, "Crandall, Just Sleep."

Karal had me up at 5:30 and I was sipping coffee by 6. That was good and I immediately jumped into finishing Summer Institute work, but then the emails kept coming from the University needing immediate attention and I just grew resentful. I maneuvered over to the bed I created downstairs and fell asleep. Chitunga worked upstairs all day, but then came down around 3 to say he was heading to Stamford but would be back at night.

I took advantage of him being home and ventured into the shower, which occurred without any drama. It felt good to have a warm shower and to soap down. But it also made me more tired. My brain and body are beat up, and I can't function like I usually do. I'm giving in to the blankets and closed eyes.

But I'm thankful for those who dropped off food. It makes everything easier, although I haven't been eating much. 

Still feel like I've had a bowling ball thrown at my testicles....totally bowled over. Whoever rolled should know they got a strike. 

I think I might do some research on the last time I had the procedure done. I don't remember it being quite like this, but then again....we're designed to forget.