I am tired so much of the time. Not so much of the can’t-keep-my-eyes-open, but more of the I-could-really-have-done-with-a-couple-of-extra-hours-sleep kind of tired. The tiredness that means everything is that bit more of an effort.
It’s so difficult to summon up enthusiasm or motivation. If anything is suggested that requires effort, all I can think is that I can’t deal with it just now; I just have to hope I’ll feel more like dealing with it at some point in the future.
I finished my course of 10 vitamin B12 injections about 2 weeks ago, but it feels like it’s just lifted me back to the point where I was just before I went to see the doctor in the first place. My craving for coffee, just to bring me to a point where I can feel like I’ve got a bit of energy, is steadily increasing and the coffee is getting steadily stronger.
When I saw the doctor on Wednesday he started questioning me along lines that indicated he thought I might be suffering from depression. He tried this one back when I first saw him, before I’d had any blood tests. I tried pointing out that I was familiar with the symptoms of depression, and although this had some similarities I was pretty certain they were following the tiredness, not causing it. He’s clearly got this idea stuck in his head and we ended up in a slight argument when I said I had no desire to go on anti-depressants when we still hadn’t looked into the physical causes.
Fortunately it was his last day. He was only at the practice for one year and now moves on to Aberdeen. I have an appointment with the nurse to take blood next week to check the B12 levels and will see a different doctor when the results come back.