Mack Truck

I'm back and I find myself completely mystified as to why I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. I feel the need to add, this massive truck not only hit me, but also rolled back and forth a number of times!

Upon my return, I experience nonsensical actions and thoughts. I make strange decisions. I do stupid things. I often think my head might spin 47 times and then pop off.

I haven't the brainpower to completely over analyze this phenomenon, but the following is the best I could come up with:

It must have to do with having to pack and travel. Being jet-lagged and dealing with a time change is no easy feat.

To that, I say who cares.

Oh I got it, it must have been the 1 hour and 20 minutes of sleep I got the night before the first day.

To that, I say pu-lease, I have pulled my fair share of all nighters prior to an assortment of things.

Oh I know, the days at The Institute are extraordinary long.

To that, I say so what.

Upon our return, I have never in my life felt this wiped out.

Not after many nights of partying.

Not after finals week.

Not after 1-3 weeks of training on a new job.

Not after planning a wedding.

Not after purchasing a house or car.

Not after the nightmare of infertility.

Not after all of the ups and downs of adoption.

Not after anything.

Every single event, in my entire life, pales greatly in comparison to helping Aviana recover! As far as I'm concerned, this is a life and death situation. We do everything in our power to give her life, or she may as well be...

To be continued....