Exhaustion

I've not had this level of exhaustion since my schooldays, where I dealt with insomnia every night and was then woken up after roughly three hours of sleep in order to get to school.

What would happen was me forcing myself to open my eyes, despite how heavy they were feeling, forcing myself to get up and switch the light on, then forcing myself to get dressed, all despite my utter exhaustion because I knew I had to go to school and I had no choice about it and if I stayed in bed any longer I would be late.

That all sounds fairly normal, until five minutes later when I realised I was actually still lying in bed and had either dreamt or hallucinated the whole thing. Then I would start the whole process all over.

Repeat until the mother came in to shout at me. Then I felt incredibly guilty and doubled my efforts. To no avail. Plus I'm feeling even more exhausted at this point because as far as I'm concerned I've already forced myself to get up and do things, going through each meticulous detail, about twenty times. And felt the exhaustion of each one.

Eventually this would end with the mother actually physically dragging me out of bed, forcing clothes on me and dragging me to the car. Usually after throwing heavy things at me (she never hit me with her actual hands). At that point I would be actually properly awake so my attempts at explaining to her what had happened got laughed at.

I'd then get in trouble at school for being late, then fall asleep later and get in trouble for that, usually to shouts from teachers of 'oh I'm sorry, am I boring you?!'

Anyhow, to cut a long story short, Rambo came home today to find me still in bed, was quite surprised (and annoyed) at this and when he woke me up to ask me what I was still doing in bed I just looked at him through bleary eyes then burst into tears and fell all over myself apologising.

I tried to explain, but I'm not sure he understood. I mean, it certainly sounds crazy and not-entirely-plausible. Oh well. I'm awake now at least.