Mother's Day, lack of sleep, etc...
On Sunday Dominic woke me up (at 11am--he wasn't mean) with breakfast in bed. It was scrambled eggs, veggie bacon, an English muffin, and a latte. Delicious! Then he made me a card. Then about 2pm he asked me if I wanted a rum & Coke. I said sure, why not. Over the next several hours he proceeded to make me another 3. Dan and I watched two TV shows that I totally didn't remember watching the next day, so I had to watch them again the next day. Ha! Guess 4 drinks is enough to make me forget things. So my kid got me drunk for Mother's Day. I think it's hilarious. We went out for Thai food for dinner and I ordered "green curry fu" instead of tofu, apparently. I do remember dinner.
Sunday night I didn't sleep at all. I lay in bed, awake, in the dark, for hours and hours. I know you're not supposed to, but I knew that if I got up and did stuff I'd definitely be up all night. Turns out I was anyway. Then my drive to work, usually about half an hour, took an hour and a half. The turnpike was a parking lot. I got off halfway there and took surface roads the rest of the way, but apparently my idea was neither clever nor unique because they were jammed and slow, too.
I did payroll all day at work and managed to stay alert and focused, though when I got home I was feeling rather frazzled. I thought for sure I'd sleep well Monday night. As it turns out, that did not happen. I did end up finishing the new Sookie Stackhouse book, so I guess the night wasn't a total loss, but I never really slept. I think I dozed off a couple of times between 6am and 7:30am, which I'll generously call "an hour of sleep" though it wasn't an hour all together, if it even totaled that much at all. The ride to work was normal, at least.
Again I was able to stay focused at work, though I was clenching my jaw a lot and I have sore spots on the inside of my mouth and on my tongue, which is something I do when I've missed sleep.
So that brings me to now. Dan is at the dentist and Dominic will be cooking dinner for us all when Dan gets home (ginger stir-fry, which he's quite good at) and then I expect we'll watch the series finale of Stargate: Universe. The big question of course, is will I be able to sleep tonight? My boss recommended Valerian, which is perhaps the only OTC sleep aid I haven't already tried (and I've tried most prescriptions, too. My two nights of no sleep were both with a 10mg Ambien) and I'm so glad she warned me about the smell! I'd have thought there was something wrong with them if I hadn't been forewarned. They smell like putrid gym socks! I took one Monday night but obviously it didn't help. I'll try taking two tonight. Along with my Ambien. I see my doctor on Thursday and I'm going to ask him to switch me back to temazepam since it's been 2 months that I haven't had it, so my tolerance has probably worn off. When I don't have a tolerance, that's one of the only things that really works for me.
Why does my body rebel against sleep so much? I mean, I LOVE sleeping! So why is it so hard to do? ARG.
Sunday night I didn't sleep at all. I lay in bed, awake, in the dark, for hours and hours. I know you're not supposed to, but I knew that if I got up and did stuff I'd definitely be up all night. Turns out I was anyway. Then my drive to work, usually about half an hour, took an hour and a half. The turnpike was a parking lot. I got off halfway there and took surface roads the rest of the way, but apparently my idea was neither clever nor unique because they were jammed and slow, too.
I did payroll all day at work and managed to stay alert and focused, though when I got home I was feeling rather frazzled. I thought for sure I'd sleep well Monday night. As it turns out, that did not happen. I did end up finishing the new Sookie Stackhouse book, so I guess the night wasn't a total loss, but I never really slept. I think I dozed off a couple of times between 6am and 7:30am, which I'll generously call "an hour of sleep" though it wasn't an hour all together, if it even totaled that much at all. The ride to work was normal, at least.
Again I was able to stay focused at work, though I was clenching my jaw a lot and I have sore spots on the inside of my mouth and on my tongue, which is something I do when I've missed sleep.
So that brings me to now. Dan is at the dentist and Dominic will be cooking dinner for us all when Dan gets home (ginger stir-fry, which he's quite good at) and then I expect we'll watch the series finale of Stargate: Universe. The big question of course, is will I be able to sleep tonight? My boss recommended Valerian, which is perhaps the only OTC sleep aid I haven't already tried (and I've tried most prescriptions, too. My two nights of no sleep were both with a 10mg Ambien) and I'm so glad she warned me about the smell! I'd have thought there was something wrong with them if I hadn't been forewarned. They smell like putrid gym socks! I took one Monday night but obviously it didn't help. I'll try taking two tonight. Along with my Ambien. I see my doctor on Thursday and I'm going to ask him to switch me back to temazepam since it's been 2 months that I haven't had it, so my tolerance has probably worn off. When I don't have a tolerance, that's one of the only things that really works for me.
Why does my body rebel against sleep so much? I mean, I LOVE sleeping! So why is it so hard to do? ARG.