I am so tired of not sleeping. I\u2019m so tired of seeing information on the internet about fixing sleep problems \u2013 it\u2019s so simplistic, and doesn\u2019t apply to me at all. I\u2019m really tired of sleep medications that end up costing me even more sleep than I\u2019ve already lost.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m trembling all over, feeling woozy, hung over, flu-ish. I hurt myself this afternoon because the exhaustion has made me so uncoordinated. Knocked a container off the refrigerator shelf because my hand missed what I was reaching for, slammed my other hand into the refrigerator door trying to catch it and missing broadly. The obvious solution is a nap, so I set aside an hour and a half. It went much the way my nighttime sleep did, and in my frustration, I decided to write a little chronicle.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m trying a little relaxation\/meditation technique that involves picturing yourself as a hollow vessel, slowly filling with a warm orange liquid from toes up to head, then slowly draining back down. Very effective, according to sleep experts.<\/p>\n
Slowly, the warm liquid fills up the toes of your feet. The big toes, the smaller toes, and then you feel the balls of your feet, then the arches, slowly filling you with warmth and calm.<\/em><\/p>\n \tI think the high pitched buzz in my head is a C. Maybe one day I\u2019ll check to see.<\/p>\n Feel the warmth in your feet as the liquid fills your heels, then your ankles. Feel the warmth in your feet \u2013 wait, did that. The liquid begins to fill your calves. It rises slowly, inch by inch. You feel warm and calm and peaceful. The warm liquid rises up into your knees. Feel them relax, and then feel it begin to fill your thighs. Where was I? Crap. Feel the warm liquid fill your. . .ankles? Oh, knees. Knees. Now feel it begin to fill your thighs. Feel the calming warmth spreading through your body. The warm liquid begins to fill your pelvis. Feel the warmth entering your abdomen, filling you with peace and relaxation. . . Feel the warm liquid rise up past your navel, up towards your ribs. . . I am so tired of not sleeping. I’m so tired of seeing information on the internet about fixing sleep problems – it’s so simplistic, and doesn’t apply to me at all. I’m really tired of sleep medications that end up costing me even more sleep than I’ve already lost. I’m trembling all over, feeling woozy, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[61,7],"class_list":["post-885","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-add","tag-wellness"],"yoast_head":"\n
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\n\tGod, I hate this pounding and whooshing of my pulse in the right side of my neck and head. Whoosh\/pound \u2013 whoosh\/pound \u2013 whoosh\/pound. . .why only on the right? Why did it start up again? It\u2019s not the sleep meds, because it started two days ago. Maybe the feeling like someone\u2019s plunging a sharp pencil into my right ear is from the sleep meds, though.<\/p>\n
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\n\tI\u2019m thinking of a song that was playing on the radio in Physical Therapy. Do I own that CD? The CDs are organized, the books used to be, but now I\u2019m taking them down so we can move the shelves. Audrey\u2019s going to the library tonight, maybe this time I\u2019ll finally go and drop off some books for donation there. That room is such a mess.<\/p>\n
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\n\tHot flash. Throw off the covers. Damn dog is clanking her collar on the wood floor. Why can\u2019t the damn dog sleep on a rug? Why does the damn dog have to sleep right in the doorway whenever I\u2019m trying to nap? Why don\u2019t I ever remember to take the damn dog\u2019s collar off when I lie down for a nap? Now I\u2019m cold. Bundle up again.<\/p>\n
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\n\tAm I ever going to have the energy to finish that room? I haven\u2019t even hemmed the curtains, now I need to take them down so I can paint. All the fabric to hang so I can start sewing again. I wonder which bag has the polar fleece? I\u2019m hearing a Jonathan Coulton song now. I should download a few more of his tracks. But I never finished learning to play Skullcrusher Mountain, even after I transposed it into A.<\/p>\n
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\n\tI have to remember to read last month\u2019s minutes before Thursday. I should finish filling out the voucher, too, and I never did make up those forms and reports in Access. The leftover supplies are in a bag in the kitchen next to the stuff I want to Freecycle. I should do that and get them out of the way. Once they\u2019re gone, it\u2019ll be easier to wash the floor. This stupid medication didn\u2019t help me sleep, I\u2019m so tired. I could get all this stuff done if I weren\u2019t such a zombie.<\/p>\n
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\nTime to get up!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"