29 March 2019: To Sleep or Not to Sleep
Monday night and Tuesday night I slept very poorly and got up tired. My mood mid-week was dour and dreary. Wednesday night and last night I slept deeply and got up refreshed and cheerful. A coincedence? I think not.
I wish I knew why I got no more than two hours of sleep Monday night and only a few more Tuesday night. I wish I could guarantee that every night's sleep would be as satisfying as last night's. Since this is a pattern that I remember going back to my teens, I believe I am doomed to keep on riding the roller coaster.
In the meantime, I'm already up and dressed. I have eaten my breakfast, checked my email, and played several games of solitaire. I'm going to get down on the floor and do my exercises (five reps today? we'll see), then go for a walk. The walk may just be to Starbucks for a second cup of coffee, with a stop at Target to pick up another pack of hangers, but it will help build my stamina back up. Once home again, I hope for a productive day. I may even tackle an item or two from my To Do List. Who knows? Stranger things have happened. FanSee
Postscript: I walked to and from the Starbucks at 19th Street successfully. I've crossed the Benjamin Franklin Parkway three times since I broke my foot on one of its curb cuts, but every other time I called a Lyft to come home. Each time I bought more groceries than I could carry...inadvertantly? or to avoid the dangerous curb cut?...and so didn't cross the Parkway in the home-bound direction, which was, of course, the direction I was going when I fell.
This time I was careful not to load myself down. Besides the pack of 20 plastic hangers, I got a box of tissues, a small scented candle, a bag of smokehouse-flavored almonds (I hope I like them), and a bag of 20 dishwasher pellets. I had no reason not to dare the deadly curb cut...
...which I did successfully but not without feeling my heart race a little. Next time will be easier.
The scariest thing about my tendency to fall is its unpredictability. I was feeling great the day I broke my foot...energized and happy...but down I went. The resulting injury has been a minor blip in my life, but its unexpectedness is what frightens me.
By the way, this walk was no workout: the round trip was only .8 of a mile. I did mosey around the Target, looking for things to waste my money on, so maybe I can up that to .9 of a mile. Maybe not. FanSee
I wish I knew why I got no more than two hours of sleep Monday night and only a few more Tuesday night. I wish I could guarantee that every night's sleep would be as satisfying as last night's. Since this is a pattern that I remember going back to my teens, I believe I am doomed to keep on riding the roller coaster.
In the meantime, I'm already up and dressed. I have eaten my breakfast, checked my email, and played several games of solitaire. I'm going to get down on the floor and do my exercises (five reps today? we'll see), then go for a walk. The walk may just be to Starbucks for a second cup of coffee, with a stop at Target to pick up another pack of hangers, but it will help build my stamina back up. Once home again, I hope for a productive day. I may even tackle an item or two from my To Do List. Who knows? Stranger things have happened. FanSee
Postscript: I walked to and from the Starbucks at 19th Street successfully. I've crossed the Benjamin Franklin Parkway three times since I broke my foot on one of its curb cuts, but every other time I called a Lyft to come home. Each time I bought more groceries than I could carry...inadvertantly? or to avoid the dangerous curb cut?...and so didn't cross the Parkway in the home-bound direction, which was, of course, the direction I was going when I fell.
This time I was careful not to load myself down. Besides the pack of 20 plastic hangers, I got a box of tissues, a small scented candle, a bag of smokehouse-flavored almonds (I hope I like them), and a bag of 20 dishwasher pellets. I had no reason not to dare the deadly curb cut...
...which I did successfully but not without feeling my heart race a little. Next time will be easier.
The scariest thing about my tendency to fall is its unpredictability. I was feeling great the day I broke my foot...energized and happy...but down I went. The resulting injury has been a minor blip in my life, but its unexpectedness is what frightens me.
By the way, this walk was no workout: the round trip was only .8 of a mile. I did mosey around the Target, looking for things to waste my money on, so maybe I can up that to .9 of a mile. Maybe not. FanSee