Aug 292011

Last night was the (third? fourth?) night in a row I haven’t been able to get to sleep before 3:30am, despite no late caffeine or sugar. Saturday night was understandable because I had a 5-Hour Energy Shot at 8pm, thinking I’d stay up to play cards with folks, but I was still too tired and went to bed. Two halves of an Ambien and a glass of warm milk couldn’t counteract it until 3am.

But last night, I don’t know what the problem was: I tossed, turned, twitched, itched, and jumped. Dozens of times, my mind would start to calm, and I’d suddenly have an itch, or felt like something was biting me, though I never felt anything or found a mark. I took 3mg of melatonin before bed, and it didn’t seem to do a thing. Aaron was snoring really badly, as usual, but this time it didn’t cause the problem, just compounded it. Earplugs did nothing.

Finally, about 3:30, I put a sleeping bag and comforter on the floor at the foot of the bed as a mattress, pulled a blanket over me, and fell asleep at last.

I suspect the problem is Fallout 3. I’ve been playing it on the XBox until right before bed, and the bright light may be screwing up my sleep cycle. This is the reason I put the f.lux app on my iMac and Macbook, but of course the XBox doesn’t have such an option. Tonight I’ll make sure to turn off the TV at sunset and see if it makes a difference. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to conclude it’s the work of evil spirits, and start sleeping with an athame under my pillow.

On second thought, having a stabbing implement in bed with me when I might be on Ambien may not be a good idea, even if it is just a dull letter opener that bends easily.

May 012008

Apologies for my bizarre little bout of sleep-deprived self-flagellation Monday night. I only slept for about an hour after posting that, pushing my grand total to three hours between Sunday morning and Tuesday afternoon.

Got Mom to the hospital at 5:30am and she was in surgery by 7:30. She finished up at 9:15 with no complications and was in her room by about 10:30. I stayed with her until about 2, when she shooed me out the door to get some sleep. By then I had that thin nasty film of sweat that comes with extreme exhaustion, so when I got home I took a quick shower and fell into bed for a 3 hour nap. Got up, had some food, called and checked on her, and was back in bed at 10:30. Felt MUCH better yesterday morning.

Worked from home for a couple hours, then went back to the hospital for visiting and her group physical therapy class. She did ok, but because the epidural had come out during the night, AND the IV’s morphine drip wasn’t working, she had no pain relief the entire night. The night nurses didn’t bother to really investigate, but when the anesthesiologist checked her in the morning, he started cracking the whip, and soon after PT class she’d had four doctors check her, at least four doses of morphine, two doses of Percocet, and was feeling no pain. There’s been more swelling than normal, but it’s gone down after keeping it elevated and iced all day. She’s surprisingly mobile already, despite the pain, and made noticeable progress in just one day. Aaron stopped by at lunch with a gift basket of chocolate, cookies, chocolate, crackers, and chocolate, further cementing his #2 position on the favorite son list.

If all goes well, she’ll go home tomorrow, and I’ll be at her place for the entire week. Luckily she’ll have home care coming in for three weeks, so that will help me, and my boss has cleared me to work from her place, so I don’t have to take family leave and go unpaid, or burn what little vacation I have left.

There’s no gym I can go to anywhere near her, so I’ll be a cardio whore for the next week. I lost over 5 lbs when I was sick, and I’ve worked to keep it off since then, dropping below 200 lbs and 34 waist size for the first time in years, and cargo shorts I’ve avoided wearing for a year now slide right on with no gut-sucking required. If I keep this up, I should be beach-worthy for the trip to Maui in July.

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