TEA. YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE.
So I've been struggling with staying awake long enough so that when I DO sleep for the night, I'll sleep most of the way through it and not wake up at THREE AM.
Today, while I was doing laundry in a zombie like state, I realized I hadn't had tea in nearly 4 weeks. I'd gone off it because between the motions needed to make it (plus the waiting which I couldn't do while standing and standing up/sitting/laying down several times within a few minutes wasn't working so well either) and the extra bathroom breaks it requires (more standing up/sitting down) I had stopped making it with a sad sigh.
Poooossibly some of my symptoms with the meds where exacerbated by my caffeine withdrawal. Now-- I don't really go for more than a mug or two a day unless I'm realling feeeeeling the tea and then I try to go for a bit of decaf, but still, a fairly constant stream of my drug of choice had been cut off. *sheepish* So I wasn't thinking so clearly!
So, I'm doing the laundry and thinking, I'm going to be standing ANYWAY, so I made tea.
Precious, precious tea. Nothing exotic, just a bit of a ceylon blend.
God. I CAN FEEL THE CAFFEINE RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS. GLORIOUS I TELL YOU. GLORIOUS.
Sadly, while I'm more awake, I'm still feeling a bit too zombie'd to do anything requiring mental acuity (*pets index cards of awesome plotting, soon my preciousses*), so I'll just sit here and have a scrubs marathon. Oh the pain!
Today was good though! I rearranged my drawers a bit (this is all new furniture, so it's taking a while to find a good 'fit'), put a chunk of the winter stuff away, I've got enough left if it gets COLD again, but otherwise, into storage it went. THEN I went to start a load of laundry and found that my mother had left the towels in the WASHER, not the dryer when she left. Oh mom. Don't worry, I will mock her about it consistently for a while. The towels are fine. Though it did set me back a load laundry. I'm trying to go slow so I don't end up crawling from the kitchen to the bedroom and crying into my pillow about the unfairness of the world and plotting the fic where Dean throws his back out picking up a pencil (The last straw it was!) and bitches the whole way, while he crawls across the motel room floor and gets up close and personal with the WHY motels are probably pretty cheap and possibly several health code violations. And Sam will have to Go Away because being supportive does not include snorting in laughter every time you realize your brother broke himself PICKING UP A PEN.
From there it goes onto SGA, where John gets thrown into a wall and something just seizes and he's miserable and grumpy (and adorable!) and Rodney totally knows some sort of stealth massage and John will think he's trying to kill him, what with the PAIN and all until suddenly fiery relief crawls across his back and while he's slack jawed in awed, Rodney slips that pain killer down his throat.
And it just goes downhill from there.
Oh hey, did I mention I just had my first caffeine in 4 weeks?
Today, while I was doing laundry in a zombie like state, I realized I hadn't had tea in nearly 4 weeks. I'd gone off it because between the motions needed to make it (plus the waiting which I couldn't do while standing and standing up/sitting/laying down several times within a few minutes wasn't working so well either) and the extra bathroom breaks it requires (more standing up/sitting down) I had stopped making it with a sad sigh.
Poooossibly some of my symptoms with the meds where exacerbated by my caffeine withdrawal. Now-- I don't really go for more than a mug or two a day unless I'm realling feeeeeling the tea and then I try to go for a bit of decaf, but still, a fairly constant stream of my drug of choice had been cut off. *sheepish* So I wasn't thinking so clearly!
So, I'm doing the laundry and thinking, I'm going to be standing ANYWAY, so I made tea.
Precious, precious tea. Nothing exotic, just a bit of a ceylon blend.
God. I CAN FEEL THE CAFFEINE RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS. GLORIOUS I TELL YOU. GLORIOUS.
Sadly, while I'm more awake, I'm still feeling a bit too zombie'd to do anything requiring mental acuity (*pets index cards of awesome plotting, soon my preciousses*), so I'll just sit here and have a scrubs marathon. Oh the pain!
Today was good though! I rearranged my drawers a bit (this is all new furniture, so it's taking a while to find a good 'fit'), put a chunk of the winter stuff away, I've got enough left if it gets COLD again, but otherwise, into storage it went. THEN I went to start a load of laundry and found that my mother had left the towels in the WASHER, not the dryer when she left. Oh mom. Don't worry, I will mock her about it consistently for a while. The towels are fine. Though it did set me back a load laundry. I'm trying to go slow so I don't end up crawling from the kitchen to the bedroom and crying into my pillow about the unfairness of the world and plotting the fic where Dean throws his back out picking up a pencil (The last straw it was!) and bitches the whole way, while he crawls across the motel room floor and gets up close and personal with the WHY motels are probably pretty cheap and possibly several health code violations. And Sam will have to Go Away because being supportive does not include snorting in laughter every time you realize your brother broke himself PICKING UP A PEN.
From there it goes onto SGA, where John gets thrown into a wall and something just seizes and he's miserable and grumpy (and adorable!) and Rodney totally knows some sort of stealth massage and John will think he's trying to kill him, what with the PAIN and all until suddenly fiery relief crawls across his back and while he's slack jawed in awed, Rodney slips that pain killer down his throat.
And it just goes downhill from there.
Oh hey, did I mention I just had my first caffeine in 4 weeks?