Desperate to find some mental and physical equilibrium

You awaken; your eyes snap open and you roll them around, and they oblige. Your brain isn't, yet, complaining to obey commands. You focus on the opposite wall in the pale dawn and you think to yourself, "Hey, I feel okay." You then sit up and the world reels. You're a test pilot in a flying simulation that's gone horribly wrong; the axis spins and you fall back down on the pillows; all hope from seconds past, gone. Replaced by a sudden tiredness, even though you've been in bed for the past 10 hours. Then you hear one of the kids stir, and you have to get up to them, and you're sorry that it's still another 12 hours or so until you can collapse in bed again. It feels like pregnancy. It feels like CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). Both of which I've had and am praying I don't have now. It's just a virus. But it sucks.