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So. Tired.

It's been a little over 6 weeks since my surgery and I feel like I'm just getting more and more tired as the days go on.  I can't function on anything less than 10 hours of sleep, and I am still having trouble getting to sleep before 2 or 3am (sometimes even later!).  The sleeping a lot doesn't help fix that problem either.  I have tried a few days to make myself get up early but find myself extremely nauseated and having to lie down again.

I am going back to work in less than 2 weeks and although I'm excited to get back to a routine and have some purpose, I'm dreading the actual WORK part of it.  It's not like I'm going back to a desk job with 9-5 hours!

I am seeing a cardiologist on Friday to try and figure out what's going on with my heart.  I have a feeling it's probably related to everything else going on and my body trying to adjust to it's new "normal", but we're being safe and exploring other options too.

One of the craziest things since surgery is how much salt I have been eating - and yet I have low blood sodium levels!  I have been craving salt AT ALL TIMES - I think I eat about 2 jars of pickles a week.  I have to have my sodium levels checked again next week after taking salt tablets for a few days to see if that helps.

I'll try to remember to take some pictures this week to compare the before Cushing's, before surgery, and now.  I haven't lost that many pounds but I've definitely noticed my face shape and neck coming back. I can even feel my collarbone which has been hiding for a few years!

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