Because right now, I’m not too sure about that, or anything else.
Had therapy today. Friday. Normally it’s Thursday but my therapist had a personal emergency yesterday so we bumped it to today.
Decent session. Talked about how I recently realized that I’ve had this strong need to express myself for my entire life.
Which explains why I have always been so ferociously myself. When you are so deeply driven to express who you are, the last thing you want to do is express it falsely.
After the session, at around 2:15 pm, I lay down to rest and to recover from both therapy and doing Wound Care earlier today.
I promptly fell deeply asleep and didn’t wake up tor three hours.
When I woke up, I was VERY bran fried. Still am, hence the planet thing.
Now I have to lay down again
This is going to be fun, isn’t it?
The fox also rises
OK. 350 words. 2.75 hours. No problem.
Now let’s see how long I can stay awake THIS time.
Because I am having one lulu of a sleepy day. Clearly my neurochemicals have decided that my lingering sleep debt must be paid in full NOW and are executing that directive with brutal efficiency.
And I guess I can live with that.
It’s not exactly fun feeling all sandbagged and waterlogged like I do right now and I don’t like the disruption to my routine very much, but I am willing to ride the ebbing tide like flotsam in order to get caught up on sleep.
I have faith that there will be light at the end of this dark and disturbing tunnel and that I will feel a lot better when the process is complete.
It’s funny how after I discussed my sleep issues and Zopiclone with Doctor Costin last week, I started sleeping better. And after discussing them again with him this week, I launched into a big sleep sink.
Imagine what will happen when I get around to actually taking the stuff.
I know I have miles to go before I wake. But I am making progress. I already feel better in this waking per than the last one.
Hopefully the next one will be even better.
I can feel the heaviness of sleep pulling me down like gravity. And I want to go to sleep when I am done blogging. But I am afraid that I will sleep through our usual Friday night Zoom meeting and I would hate for that to happen.
Not that I have much choice. I am already nodding off. At this rate I will be lucky to make wordcount before staggering off to bed and nosediving into sleep.
52 more words before I sleep.
I can do this.
Wound care went fine. The nurse was quite skillful and efficient while also being pleasant and cheerful.
What more could a patient like me ask for?
A lot of things, actually, but they are all highly inappropriate and require her to have a penis and a really long tongue.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow afternoon .