and still, even clean, i find ways to pass out on my kitchen floor
So i got put on this sleeping medicine to break my "poor" habits of staying up 24hours then sleeping like 10. So i got put on this med. I go home and research it and find out that it has an 85% chance of giving you diabetes. So i take it...wake up and feel so fucking worthless, not really tired, not really weak, just the most intense laziness ever. So then after about 2 days of this i cant even fall alseep on it. I found out the laziness feeling was that i had extremely low blood sugar levels. So i start working out again in hopes of ridding this side effect. Just last week he doubled my prescription to 100mg. So the first night i take it was last night. I fall asleep, wake up 8 hours later and have the worst laziness weak feeling ever. So i think low blood sugar i better go drink orange juice to bring it up. Well on my way to the fridge i passout on my kitchen floor and proceed to sleep 8 more hours. No big deal just waste my whole fucking day. So now i have to workout tomorrow, then go to work, but after 16 hours of sleep i am not tired in the least bit, and wont take my meds because chances are i wont wake up and will miss work which would not be a clever move on my part. So here i am back to working my ass off all day and getting no sleep at night. So Bobby reaches into his bag of tricks and has the fattest bag of fresh Irish Creme coffee waiting for me tomorrow when my body decides to shut down.
In other news i've been busting my chops like a mo and plan to try out and follow thru with marching next season. Aside from the hallucinations i already experience from burning my brain out, i now have the aural sweetness of dr. beat in my head, pleasant...
In other news i've been busting my chops like a mo and plan to try out and follow thru with marching next season. Aside from the hallucinations i already experience from burning my brain out, i now have the aural sweetness of dr. beat in my head, pleasant...