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geminigirl) wrote2005-04-04 03:03 am
geminigirl) wrote2005-04-04 03:03 am
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It's three am....
I must be lonely.
No, actually, I'm not. I'm just battling yet another night of insomnia...which would be fine if I didn't have to be somewhere at 1 PM tomorrow, and be presentable and alert and so on, until at least 6 PM, and then drive home, and also manage to get cat food before that.
Cayne is sound asleep upstairs, and I wandered downstairs about ten minutes ago because I just couldn't sleep, and it seemed useless to toss and turn in bed, and not be able to get comfortable. Daylight savings I suppose messes with me...you would think with losing an hour, I'd be sound asleep, since I relish the hour I gain in the fall, but for whatever reason, I've been fighting a losing battle with exhaustion last week (might be related to that which is discussed behind the cut tag) and spent Saturday in a cycle of watching news coverage of the Pope's death, knitting, reading and falling asleep. Saturday night, after the clocks jumped, I still couldn't sleep, and I think I finally did fall asleep around six AM-poor Cayne woke up to find me not in bed, and assumed immediately that it was his snoring that had chased me off, and offered to go down and sleep on the couch for a while so I could stay in bed. I told him no, and wandered back up to the bed, where I slept until about 1 in the afternoon-undoubtedly part of the reason why I'm still awake now (Cayne doesn't always realize how sensitive my sleep schedule is, and that he should have woken me instead of letting me sleep, but I did need the rest.)
My knee is still in a state of unhappiness-things that hadn't bothered it in years are making me wince. We did our grocery shopping and a quick run to Target today, and that was really more than enough. I'll probably go back to the gym on Tuesday and spend an hour in the pool, and then maybe do a half hour on the bike-less impact than the treadmill or eliptical, and then maybe my weights but not legs...which is a shame because I actually enjoy that part of my workout. I may also up the reps on the free weights this week, but we'll see...I'm starting to get to the point where I can add reps to bits and pieces of what I do, though I've been advised not to add any weight for another couple of weeks-which is fine. I think though (getting back to the point of the paragraph) that if I weren't in an odd sort of insurance limbo, I'd have gone to get the knee looked at already, after what it did on Thursday night. (Insurance limbo means that while technically I've got coverage, I'm living outside the network that my HMO covers, which could get me into a lot of trouble if I actually have a problem they need to deal with. So I rely on they to fill my prescriptions and if I really was in trouble, to take care of me, but other than that I sort of do the best I can without...almost like when I had no insurance but now I'm at least staying on my asthma drugs.) Really...what are they going to tell me anyway? Stay off it, ice it, etc? I can do that on my own. Unhappily, the soleus muscle and achilles tendon (the stuff I tore about eighteen months ago) are very tight, probably to compensate for the way my knee is behaving.
I suspect part of the exhaustion is that my period has been unusually long this month. It started at the later end of "on time," which worried me briefly because I had taken a pill late early in the month...then was nearly non-existant, and for some reason has come on with a vengance. My theory is that all the aspirin that I've taken to reduce the knee pain has meant that my period has been weird...but it's a theory and could just be nothing at all other than my body needing a weird month.
If only there was a good way to get rid of the insomnia. The last two nights the melatonin hasn't helped. I have a couple of Xanax upstairs, but I'm holding on to those for when I really need them...probably the week before the wedding. And besides which, the last thing I want to do is take a drug that might leave me muddleheaded and hungover like percocet does when I have stuff to do tomorrow. Aarrrggh.
No, actually, I'm not. I'm just battling yet another night of insomnia...which would be fine if I didn't have to be somewhere at 1 PM tomorrow, and be presentable and alert and so on, until at least 6 PM, and then drive home, and also manage to get cat food before that.
Cayne is sound asleep upstairs, and I wandered downstairs about ten minutes ago because I just couldn't sleep, and it seemed useless to toss and turn in bed, and not be able to get comfortable. Daylight savings I suppose messes with me...you would think with losing an hour, I'd be sound asleep, since I relish the hour I gain in the fall, but for whatever reason, I've been fighting a losing battle with exhaustion last week (might be related to that which is discussed behind the cut tag) and spent Saturday in a cycle of watching news coverage of the Pope's death, knitting, reading and falling asleep. Saturday night, after the clocks jumped, I still couldn't sleep, and I think I finally did fall asleep around six AM-poor Cayne woke up to find me not in bed, and assumed immediately that it was his snoring that had chased me off, and offered to go down and sleep on the couch for a while so I could stay in bed. I told him no, and wandered back up to the bed, where I slept until about 1 in the afternoon-undoubtedly part of the reason why I'm still awake now (Cayne doesn't always realize how sensitive my sleep schedule is, and that he should have woken me instead of letting me sleep, but I did need the rest.)
My knee is still in a state of unhappiness-things that hadn't bothered it in years are making me wince. We did our grocery shopping and a quick run to Target today, and that was really more than enough. I'll probably go back to the gym on Tuesday and spend an hour in the pool, and then maybe do a half hour on the bike-less impact than the treadmill or eliptical, and then maybe my weights but not legs...which is a shame because I actually enjoy that part of my workout. I may also up the reps on the free weights this week, but we'll see...I'm starting to get to the point where I can add reps to bits and pieces of what I do, though I've been advised not to add any weight for another couple of weeks-which is fine. I think though (getting back to the point of the paragraph) that if I weren't in an odd sort of insurance limbo, I'd have gone to get the knee looked at already, after what it did on Thursday night. (Insurance limbo means that while technically I've got coverage, I'm living outside the network that my HMO covers, which could get me into a lot of trouble if I actually have a problem they need to deal with. So I rely on they to fill my prescriptions and if I really was in trouble, to take care of me, but other than that I sort of do the best I can without...almost like when I had no insurance but now I'm at least staying on my asthma drugs.) Really...what are they going to tell me anyway? Stay off it, ice it, etc? I can do that on my own. Unhappily, the soleus muscle and achilles tendon (the stuff I tore about eighteen months ago) are very tight, probably to compensate for the way my knee is behaving.
I suspect part of the exhaustion is that my period has been unusually long this month. It started at the later end of "on time," which worried me briefly because I had taken a pill late early in the month...then was nearly non-existant, and for some reason has come on with a vengance. My theory is that all the aspirin that I've taken to reduce the knee pain has meant that my period has been weird...but it's a theory and could just be nothing at all other than my body needing a weird month.
If only there was a good way to get rid of the insomnia. The last two nights the melatonin hasn't helped. I have a couple of Xanax upstairs, but I'm holding on to those for when I really need them...probably the week before the wedding. And besides which, the last thing I want to do is take a drug that might leave me muddleheaded and hungover like percocet does when I have stuff to do tomorrow. Aarrrggh.