*flop*
Last night was NOT a good night for sleeping.
I had forgotten something that's really quite important to life with another person. Other person in your bed = heater.
The pillows were kind of crooked, because I didn't get to re-arrange them before we settled down for the night. The end result being that the pillow was too high in one spot and too low in the other, and my neck was bent all kinds of weird.
Then we have the fact that my lungs can't stand to have any mucus in them whatsoever, and I keep clogging up and going into coughing fits. On top of that, the heartburn issues have returned (I blame the McDonald's I keep eating late at night... what? He brings me food! It's romantic and sweet!), and on top of that, last night involved lots of very sharp pains.
So here I am, at nearly 4am. When I'm not in a coughing fit and waking David up, I'm being cuddled (which is welcome) by a heater (which is not, when it's still 100 degrees outside). I've got sharp shooting pains like thick needles being shot into my skin, in my wrist, shoulders, legs, chest. Then the coughing fit goes away, but the pains are still there, so I roll over (waking up the poor man in the process again), and the one pain disappears to be replaced by another, then my neck is out of wack from the pillow, and here comes the heartburn....
Gods, it sucked. It sucked for him, and it sucked for me. ><
On top of that, my eyes are snapped wide open because we're getting into the end of the second week I've been here, I feel like i'm slacking off on looking for a good job. Most of the jobs can be applied for online and emailed, it doesn't feel the same as going place to place with applications. I start to worry. Worry that I'm keeping David up, worried that I'll never fall asleep, worried that his parents resent me being here and not paying any rent, worried because my mother hasn't deposited my checks or called, worried that I'm making the same damn mistake I made a few years ago, worried because the car I thought I'd be getting hasn't quite worked itself out yet... what if I get an interview? I don't have the same kind of support network here, to get a ride... What if I bomb the interview because I suck at interviews? What if I can't ever find a job outside of retail because I lack the right experience to do anything meaningful with my life, and i'm getting older, and.... gods.
It was... just.. not a good night for sleeping. I'm scared, and I'm tired, and while it's good to be with my man, I'm worried that maybe I shouldn't be here. Ugh.
I had forgotten something that's really quite important to life with another person. Other person in your bed = heater.
The pillows were kind of crooked, because I didn't get to re-arrange them before we settled down for the night. The end result being that the pillow was too high in one spot and too low in the other, and my neck was bent all kinds of weird.
Then we have the fact that my lungs can't stand to have any mucus in them whatsoever, and I keep clogging up and going into coughing fits. On top of that, the heartburn issues have returned (I blame the McDonald's I keep eating late at night... what? He brings me food! It's romantic and sweet!), and on top of that, last night involved lots of very sharp pains.
So here I am, at nearly 4am. When I'm not in a coughing fit and waking David up, I'm being cuddled (which is welcome) by a heater (which is not, when it's still 100 degrees outside). I've got sharp shooting pains like thick needles being shot into my skin, in my wrist, shoulders, legs, chest. Then the coughing fit goes away, but the pains are still there, so I roll over (waking up the poor man in the process again), and the one pain disappears to be replaced by another, then my neck is out of wack from the pillow, and here comes the heartburn....
Gods, it sucked. It sucked for him, and it sucked for me. ><
On top of that, my eyes are snapped wide open because we're getting into the end of the second week I've been here, I feel like i'm slacking off on looking for a good job. Most of the jobs can be applied for online and emailed, it doesn't feel the same as going place to place with applications. I start to worry. Worry that I'm keeping David up, worried that I'll never fall asleep, worried that his parents resent me being here and not paying any rent, worried because my mother hasn't deposited my checks or called, worried that I'm making the same damn mistake I made a few years ago, worried because the car I thought I'd be getting hasn't quite worked itself out yet... what if I get an interview? I don't have the same kind of support network here, to get a ride... What if I bomb the interview because I suck at interviews? What if I can't ever find a job outside of retail because I lack the right experience to do anything meaningful with my life, and i'm getting older, and.... gods.
It was... just.. not a good night for sleeping. I'm scared, and I'm tired, and while it's good to be with my man, I'm worried that maybe I shouldn't be here. Ugh.