Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

sick. tired.

I'm actually going to the doctor.

My numb right hand gave me the "final straw" reason to actually go, because I feel kinda stupid going to the doctor with a list of complaints like

I'm tired.

I have a headache.

I'm really tired.

I ache.

Really, really tired.

But it's out of control. All summer...when it's light and I usually have a good amount of energy...I have been dragging. I'm getting out of bed later every morning and crawling back in earlier every night. I have no energy. I have no concentration. And although I'm exhausted, I'm sleeping very poorly, waking up with nightmares and numb arms. If it were just during the week I'd say it was work stress, but vacation didn't help, and I sleep just as badly (and I'm just as distracted and listless) on weekends.

I have no excuse. I work an 8-hour a day desk job. I commute about an hour total. No children. I don't bother to do housework. I haven't been exercising (which I know is counterproductive, but I'm just too freaking beat to move).

So I'm hoping there's an organic reason...anemia, thyroid, something...and it isn't just that I've become pathologically slackass lazy.