I slept maybe 6 hours in the first 3 weeks, and ended up in ER
. Fortunately, I wasn't working then and just grew roots on my futon and watched the history channel all day. I wouldn't leave the house at all, my girlfriend got me food. I'd walk the dog and get 10 yards and turn around. My neighbors looked at me in disbelief. They must have thought I was on LSD or something.
Sounds like you are right on schedule, right where you are supposed to be.