Tuesday, February 23, 2016 – The first day in months where I’ve made it a full 8 hours straight off awake time, without yawning or struggling to focus on my work.
That night, sleep refused to come.
Even with the aid of a sleeping pill, the third prescription I’ve had to try and help me sleep, and the first one to actually give me a full day of wakefulness, I could not fall asleep. I was too awake.
I felt like I was going insane. I should be tired. I should be drowsy. I didn’t want to take a pill two nights in a row, but I just could not feel tired, so I did. It was another two and a half hours before I did actually fall asleep. That little pull usually makes me sleepy within minutes and I’m out soon after. Not this time.
It was a restless sleep. Covers thrown all over the bed. I couldn’t get comfortable.
My dog couldn’t handle it and ended up on the recliner chair that is on my room. Most nights he stays on my bed all night, unless he doesn’t start out there, which does happen. But every once in a while, on a night where I don’t get a good enough sleep, he ends up off the bed. My theory is that I must be kicking in the little bits of sleep I do get, or simply riding and turning so much that his side of the mattress is bouncing too much for him to sleep. I’ll never know did sure. He is a dog. A friggen cute one who loves unconditionally!
Wednesday, February 24, 2016 – It’s morning now. I’m exhausted. Both physically and mentally. I’m not sure what today is going to bring.