I had all sorts of plans for this week, many of them doing related to being part of what ArthritisResearch UK is doing for their National Arthritis Week. None of it happened. Because Iām really tired. Iām so tired Iām close to curling up and crying. Itās my own fault. September was a wild ride of going back to work, being part of #RABlog Week, and somehow finishing the first draft of Book 2 in the Your Life with RA series . I donāt know how I did it, either. However, I have become extremely familiar with the consequences. For the past three weeks, I have been exhausted. I wake up not feeling rested, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed. I drag myself through the day until naptime, then keel over into a dead sleep. Then thereās dinner, an evening with some more stuff that needs to be done, a bit of drooling in front of the TV, and then at last to be. Except Iām so tired that my mindās a whirring mess and I canāt sleep. So I take muscle relaxants which help me sl...