life can be tiring

I feel tired lately. Tired in the sense that my body just doesn't want to move. Not just my body either, it's my brain too. It feels heavy and overloaded like it just can't take anymore.

No, my life isn't hard or bad. In fact, I lead a very happy life. (see blog header: she finally started living the life she always wanted) Life has been very good to me.

So that's not it.

I am not depressed. For once. I mean, being a woman, I have come to learn means depression seeps in on occasion. Sometimes, every month for about seven to ten days. Sometimes, it skips a month.

I am not overworked, maybe underpaid, but aren't we all.

I am not missing affection or attention. Seriously, I am in a very happy and very committed relationship. Sigh, love rocks.

I just feel my body playing anarchy.

For the last two days, I have suffered headaches and body pain that comes in waves. I have broken out in massive amounts of sweat one moment and bone chills the next. My ovaries feel as if they are dangling from strings. It is quite painful.

I have pulled a muscle or my hamstring in my left leg. HOW did I do this? I have no frickin' idea. Seriously, how does one pull a major muscle/tendon in the leg and not realize the instant it happens?

My allergies are causing my nose to constantly run like a faucet and my toilet paper (read: cheap tissues) to run dry.

My left eye has become swollen as if it will break out in pink eye, yet I know, it is not such. It is quite possibly just a reaction to some allergy. I am guessing, I got a cat hair in it. One of the many punishments for keeping my two precious cats after my allergist told me I am deathly allergic to them. Okay, not deathly, but severely.

My brain will not allow processing of the English language. As of lately, I sound like a ninety-year old woman who has lost her hearing aid. "What? I didn't catch that. Crap, can you repeat that? Okay, seriously I didn't hear you the last four times." It is driving Saint a bit crazy, rightly so, I must add. I hate to repeat myself.

And then to top it all off, our power went out for over six hours. It is currently over one hundred and ten degrees. Blessedly it was at night and I was tired (see above eight paragraphs). I promptly passed out in the heat. Or maybe, the heat made me promptly pass out. Who knows, but for once I slept like I hadn't slept in weeks.

I woke up with a headache.

Damn it.

What is wrong with me? I am 31 years old and feel like a old mofo. (sorry, I hate that expression too)

Does anyone else ever feel this way?