Look! A Weekend!
I’m just finishing up the first weekend I’ve had all year. And, except for not having showered today, I’m beginning to feel human again.
All sorts of events have conspired to keep me working non-stop for eight weeks now. I even worked every day a month ago when I was sick. It really started to take its toll ten days or so ago. Or maybe that’s just when I started noticing it. Either way, a ton of little things added up to where I was just feeling desperate for some down time, alone time, rest time.
Having fully disengaged the gears these past two days, I can feel the flicker of life again and figure after another night’s sleep, things will be well again in the morning.
Hell, I’ve been so dragged-out, I even slept for four nights in row during the week. And that has not hampered the ability to sleep these past two nights—or days for that matter.
On Thursday, I start the “therapy” portion of the sleep study. Everyone askes, “Are they going to give you meds?” No. It’s a behavioral-modification treatment, which makes a lot of sense since sleep is a behavior and for 20 years, meds haven’t helped much.
Well, there was a time when they did, but over the years I had to increase the dose and the side-effects came to be not worth the trouble.
So we’ll see what happens.
I think that’s all the effort I’m going to put into this tonight.
