(copy from journal - insomina, wrist issues, blather)

Apr 08, 2006 11:23

John Wayne's Got No Teeth
(The title doesn't always have to be related to the content, does it?)

Couldn't sleep last night. Tossed and turned like crazy. Think it was the Claritin-D I took. I thought because it was the one with Sudafed it'd make me drowsy. We were out of Bendryl and my nose was a broken faucet and the regular claritin wires me, so I opted for the D version instead. Initially, I passed out on the couch waiting for Love to get ready for bed but sometime towards 4am or so, I woke up. And laid there in that state where you feel like there is a physical barrier preventing you from obtaining sleep. Sucks.

Odder still though is that I think my wrist was dislocated or something this time (rather then the minor arthritis flare-ups I get in it occassionaly.) Because it was killing me last night. Tylenol and such hadn't touched it. I couldn't bend it and I was having a hard time getting comfortable because I couldn't figure out how to position my arm so it didn't hurt. Well, at some point in the night, either out of fatigue, desperation or stupidness, I decided to make my wrist bend. So I pushed it down. At which point it made this MASSIVE pop. It promptly hurt worse and did so for about an hour. After that though, I realized I could actually move it. As of this morning, it's about 80% less sore. Still aches but that might be leftover from it being out of whack. I can bend it now without wanting to cry and I can type a lot easier as well. Thing is, I have no idea how it might have gotten out of joint and it's kinda worrying that it did. I'm also still a little weirded out that I popped it back into place and that it's kinda making an odd noise now when I move it. Hrm...

Alright, well, off to the races for me. (No, not really. I actually find animal racing cruel.) Need to shower and get dressed and all that fun stuff for the day. Which will be a long one with the game tonight. (zzz...) I'm going to be dead on my feet by the time it's over. Heh.

(Ok, for those wondering, the title comes from the movie, Smoke Signals)

weekend, sleeping, allergies, hockey

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