Counting Sheep
Insomnia has been really rough lately. I am averaging 2 hours a night. My CPAP is having to be replaced, which doesn't help. I knew I had to be up at 2:30 this morning to take Richard to work, but woke up at midnight. I am still wide awake, but I know I am going to be ready to doze off about the time I need to start getting ready for work. I tried the counting sheep ploy, but the sheep started to look and act bizarre, so I decided to get up. I made some Boo bags to take to work, so was a productive night. It's hard to get excited about the productivity... I would rather have slept.
There is some horrible TV in the middle of the night. Commercials for everything you never imagined and really bad sitcom reruns. I got to thinking about people in hospitals and nursing homes that can't sleep. People that are dealing with life issues and are lonely. People with terminally ill children. People with no friends. I read somewhere that the unhappier people are, the more TV they watch. People who can't sleep at night are probably unhappy. And the crap that is on TV is enough to make someone suicidal. I have the option to get crafty, play on the internet or read... but what about all those people who don't have the same resources I do? What do they DO all night? Watch this crap and cry? Or worse, pick up the phone to order things, simply to have some human contact? It's depressing. And wrong. Why are insomniacs targeted with bad TV and awful commercials for kitchen gadgets and cheap costume jewelry?
My stitches are itching too. I am fricken tired of wearing the damn bandana to work. I gave a speech yesterday in Toastmasters looking like a hippie. Not an image I normally project. Of course, the department manager was at the meeting..... As I gave the speech, I had an almost overwhelming urge to scratch my head. It made me mess up my speech quite a bit because it was such a distraction. Itchy, itchy, itchy! My speech was actually an interpretive reading. I read "The Price" by Neil Gaiman, which was appropriate for the time of year. I am glad to get it over with.
Richard and I decided for various reasons (mainly because he has to be at work at 4am on Sunday) to stay at home on Saturday, rather than going to The Mark, as planned. While I normally prefer to stay at home, I was really looking forward to dressing up, seeing the others' costumes, and listening to the band. Oh well. This means I wasted close to $20 on tulle, rose petals, leaves, and feathers for my fairy costume. I will have to find another use for the stuff. We decided to go out to dinner and maybe watch a movie. We'll probably load up YoYo and head over to Shelby Bottoms early in the day and take a long walk. We wanted to have fun this weekend, as next weekend is earmarked for cleaning and organizing the storage unit.
Okay. Going to try to lie down for 45 minutes. Probably a bad idea, but I REALLY want some sleep.