My fat old lady ass has been at half-mast for quite a while now; and it was getting really bad during and after this last heatwave.

All I wanted to do was sleep.  And I would fall asleep lying in bed and reading or sitting in front of my computer.

And all that sleep wasn’t doing me a bit of good.  I was still tired, tired, tired.

Besides blaming it on the heatwave, as you may know, I have chronic depression; and this all-encompassing fatigue is one of the symptoms, and it can creep up on you.  One day, you think you’re just tired; next day, you just think you’re being lazy; and on and on with the excuses and rationalizations.

What’s a fat old lady to do?

Well, it so happens, there’s a pill for that.

And I am well acquainted with this pill.  I used to take it regularly, but then decided I didn’t need it, so I stopped.  And then I forgot about it.

But thankfully, my fat old lady brain squeezed out the bit of information I needed yesterday morning.

Modafinil.

To me, this is the wonder drug.  Developed for people with narcolepsy, it gives your brain a boost of alertness and clears the dust bunnies out of the old brain pan.

So I e-mailed my doctor and asked to have this put back on my list of prescriptions, and I found I even had a few pills left.  I took half of a pill and — ta dah!!!

I’m back.