Today, I resume the tests that will attempt to ascertain the cause of that strange stroke-like event I experienced prior to my father's funeral.
Wish me luck. Wish my brain luck.
I can't seem to adjust to the time zone that I'm in. I suppose that flying for fifteen hours, through nine time zones after a week of not being able to sleep isn't so easy to bounce back from.
I keep falling asleep, with all my clothes on, around 8pm.