Radiation Fatigue

I don’t quite understand it, but daily radiation does make me tired.  Exhausted, actually.  I have to nap when the babies nap, which sounds good in theory, but never quite happens in practice.  With two babies and just me around the house these days, they’re never napping at the same time. 

I’m sure there are good reasons for being so tired.  I’m sure the reasons are somewhere on these pages that my good twitter-friends sent me today when I bleated for help.  But I’m too tired to really understand, so I’ll just post the links and come back to them tomorrow.

I do know this.  The purpose of radiation is to kill the cells (good and bad) on my chest, and surely my body must be fighting back, growing new ones to replace the old, and that takes extra energy.

Also, the extra energy is probably not most efficiently made from chocolate and diet coke.  I think.  I mean, I am trying to eat my vegetables, but, c’mon, It’s Girl Scout Cookie time! 

And the playdate-a-day schedule that we’ve been keeping surely isn’t helping.

Or the rush to get my NASA grant started up, and the near-daily posts on the new Women in Planetary Science website. 

Or the futile attempt to catch up with my blog-friends.  I even missed Bossy’s visit here last night.  I would have slept in my soup beer soup anyway.

What was I saying?

Oh, yeah.  I’m just tired.

P.S.  Welcome back, Velveteen.  We’ve missed you.

This blog post originally appeared at Toddler Planet and may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.  Although why you’d choose today’s post to scrape is beyond me.  Zzzzzzz.