Thursday, April 13, 2017
In the Land of Nod.....Not
Can't. Just can't.
I am so tired.
Can't sleep. So annoying.
Other people see sleep as something peaceful; I've always regarded it as an annoying duty. I'm not good at it; never have been. But some times are worse than others.
Several factors lately have been keeping me wakeful--distress, circumstance, sciatica, my cat, the phase of the moon (it's waning; I never can sleep well during a waning moon). During each of the past five nights, I have logged 3 or 4 hours of sleep or less. Last night was the worst.
I went to bed just before 10 PM feeling exhausted and stupefied.....only to be woken half an hour later by a text message. Then Daisy pooped on the bathroom floor--she seems to think that it's helpful if she does so directly in front of the toilet. It's not.
I struggled my way back to sleep.....only to be woken two hours after that by the cat. 1 AM.
Daisy has been feeling poorly, so I understood that she was just looking for company but she's not a restful animal. In fact, she was sitting bolt upright on my head; it was difficult not to be cross about that but I moved her and tried to ignore her. For the next couple of hours, she woke me every time I began to nod off.
3 AM. Finally, I got up. I got an English muffin and a mug of milk, and I sat at the computer for an hour. Carbs. Tryptophan. Distraction. That ought to make a person sleep, right? Probably would if that person didn't have a Daisy-cat.
4 AM. I opened the window in the hopes that Daisy would be attracted to sit on the sill. No luck.
5 AM--I had had enough. I grabbed my old handmade quilt and went to the hard narrow guest bed.....which is right next to the doorway to the kitchen hall. Just as I was about to doze off, Daisy knocked over her kibble bowl. Kibble everywhere in the kitchen hall.
6 AM--cat gets evicted to the back porch, and I went back to my own bed.
7 AM--woke up screaming (literally). I had rolled over the wrong way in my sleep, and my sciatica let me know. Painfully.
Got a mug of tea and a piece of bread with cheese.
Hopeless.....But, I figured, maybe not. The cat was outside; the cozy quilt was still on the guest bed. I curled up (carefully, minding that hip) at 9 AM. Maybe just a little nap. Maybe I could sleep. Maybe.....
I am freaking doomed.
Sleep does not belong to me.
Life is still good.
But I've got Attitude.
No big surprise.