Well, today I found out some hormone in your body that keeps you awake and active - kind of like adrenaline, but instead of only being there for “fight or flight”, it’s there all the time (cortisol). There are two test levels for it: one while you haven’t eaten for 8 hours and another at just any’ol time. My first was at the bottom end of normal, but apparently I broke records in the hospital for the lowest level they’ve ever seen otherwise.
This might explain why I’ve been so exhausted all the time. I’m actually rather excited that this may finally have some fix.
Sure, I’ve been there before, so I’ll join this promise if it helps you.
Heh, that sounds vaguely
familiar, though. I’ve always chalked it up to some kind of agrophobia, but every time I’m near some tremendous height, like, say, an 18th-floor balcony, I get this freaky feeling that I could easily just jump over the railing, and I’m slightly afraid of that possibility - just how easy it would be, even if I’m in a completely normal mental state - not depressed or anything. It’s just kinda scary to think about. At the same time I find great heights to be absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous views, yet terrifying for the height.
…Heh… Oh my gosh how it’d be awesome to be a pegasus… RD was actually my favorite pony for a bit. To just be able to fly like that… Dang. I’ve had dreams where I’m like Scootaloo - just barely on the verge of being able to - but just barely able to, and I’d fight for hours to get airborne, to try to figure out the “trick” to make it easy, and be ever so terrified of the prospect of losing my ability to fly, like being stuck on the ground, and having to be afraid of high balconies and ledges was some kind of terrible prison I never
wanted to be caught in.
But, caught in it now… One of the reasons I love SCUBA diving so much.