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scrubjayspeaks ([personal profile] scrubjayspeaks) wrote2020-11-02 04:22 pm
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Today's Keyboard Smash

It never ceases to amaze me what a difference there is between my normal and that of the theoretical Normal Human. Having upped my dose of hydroxychloroquine, I am flush with what feels like nearly manic energy. Truly, I picked a wonderful time to take on NaClYoHo. (Though I know perfectly well that I would have soldiered through it, having once decided to do it at all, even if I had been on death's door.)

Even so, I'm aware that this is probably just what any person not dealing with chronic illness feels like. I'm still groggy when I get up at the asscrack of dawn. I still have my midmorning Yawning Hour. I get tired. And that, I suppose, is the difference. You might tire out a normal person, but the mere act of existing does not sap all their reserves. I don't feel the persistent sensation that my body is an anchor I must drag behind me everywhere I go. The contrast boggles the mind and leaves me feeling like there must be something unnatural about this quantity of energy.

This is a known phenomenon, of course. People talk about how wild it must be to NOT have ADHD and have a brain that rewards you with reasonable amounts of chemicals when you accomplish things. To get doses of satisfaction and happiness on a regular basis from normal life activities. It's strange to think of the things other people experience by default, without effort or intervention.

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