I didn’t sleep extremely well last night (11:30 p.m. – 3:15 a.m.), but I attribute that to napping over the weekend. It probably also didn’t help that I forgot to take my Seroquel. I do feel fairly well-rested, though, and think I can make it through the day without backhanding anyone being a grouch.
I am [...]
Archive for March, 2008
Kizzie Lays Socks to Rest
Posted in Daily, tagged dogs, employment, love on March 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Damn You, Time Change
Posted in Daily, Family, tagged employment, love, sleep on March 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Work was fairly mundane this week. I attribute that to taking naps in the afternoon perhaps not working as hard as I could have. With the change in weather, seasons, and time-change, clients often cycle through their illness and drug habits.
I can relate, because I know I’ve been out of whack since the time-change. It [...]
“Doing it For the Kids” – My Dad
Posted in Family, tagged love on March 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My Daddy Hut…a story that should be told…
(Email from Mom)
Tomorrow is the the rabbit club’s annual show. Due to the local trophies’ store recently folding (a divorce, so I’ve heard) and finding a new place to get little plastic gold & silver rabbits, DHut has fallen behind on gettin’ ‘er done with the youth trophies for the show. [...]
The Smell of Sleep in the Morning
Posted in Daily, Neuroticism, tagged legal drugs, sleep on March 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Okay, so sleep in the morning smells like…sweat, dog (Kizz sleeps by my head), and FeBreeze (sp?). I fell asleep on the couch last night around 6:00 p.m., slept through until about 1:00 a.m., and then got up for two hours. I obviously don’t have this down to a science yet. I did go back [...]
Disadvantages of Not Having Children
Posted in Daily, Neuroticism, tagged nightmares, sleep on March 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I spent most of the day, struggling at first to get my body and mind to sleep, and then going to work and struggling to keep it from beating the shit out of someone together.
When I have gone for an extended period without sleep, I feel a buzzing in my head. Not that, “oh, I just had [...]
Getting Off My Sexy Fat Ass
Posted in Health, tagged weight loss on March 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
At this point, I am so disappointed in myself. But it’s almost an ambivalent sort of disappointed, if there is any such thing. Mostly, I know I need to change some things in my life, but I am ambivalent about doing so. It’s that external v. internal motivation to change again.
I have been doing fairly [...]
Bright Shiny Hope
Posted in Neuroticism, tagged legal drugs, nightmares, PTSD, sleep on March 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I know a few posts ago, I talked about my feelings about not being able to sleep, of having nightmares, of things that go bump in the night. Isn’t it funny that, sometimes, when we talk about such things, good things happen?
I slept for five hours straight on Sunday night. That hasn’t happened in a [...]
Biting the Ears Off Chocolate Bunnies
Posted in Family, Neuroticism, tagged love, sleep, weight loss on March 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), I did not have any chocolate bunnies to deal with this Easter. I am pretty sure that I have not had an Easter basket for a long time…perhaps not since high school.
The reason for this? Easter baskets are for little kids and the only reason we kept getting them through high [...]
Thank You, Seroquel
Posted in Health, Neuroticism, tagged legal drugs, nightmares, PTSD, sleep on March 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
After many a week (possibly many a month) of disturbed sleep, nightmares, and related sleep-drama, I achieved a full five hours straight of sleep with no nightmares. I believe it was a combination of sheer exhaustion and a tiny dose of Seroquel.
I have taken Seroquel in the past to help with sleep, and it, at times, [...]
Night, You Are No Friend of Mine
Posted in Neuroticism, tagged nightmares, PTSD, sleep on March 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I used to have a hope inside me that has now died.
I had hope that it could not get worse…that the nightmares couldn’t become more vivid, their content more horrific, the aftermath more painful.
I had hope that I would sleep soundly through the night someday…that I would not get up every hour and stay awake [...]