Dropped
Yesterday I dropped-out of the consolation prize sleep therapy from the sleep study I began participating in back in January.
I slept better last night than any other in six months. This, despite the heat, high dewpoint, sticking to the sheets, and three box fans buzzing in my windows.
At issue was not the theraphy itself. It shows some potential and I’ll continue following what I’ve learned so far. The problem has been the logging. Logging is something I’ve never been able to do for more than a few days. Logging for weeks at a time just isn’t working.
I’m unable to provide the logs the therapist needs to assess and adjust the treatment. This mades it nearly impossible for the therpist to do his job and made me feel all tense, guilty and angry with myself. So I dropped.
Immediately upon leaving the hospital yesterday, I felt better. At work last night, I was my old, relaxed, happy self. I feel ambition returning, and more importantly, feel I can follow-through on those ambitions.
It was a good choice.
Another good choice…
…was taking the bus yesterday instead of riding. There was the weather, of course, and not arriving at work after 15 miles or so of riding and not being presentable (and smelling foul). But more importantly, I needed a rest day. My legs (and ass and crotch) feel a lot better this morning. Still, every time I saw someone on a bike I wished I was riding too.
Oh, and I had another one of those “You know you’re a cyclist when…” moments at the hospital yesterday.
I was walking down a long, main corridor, trapped behind a group moving at a bovine pace. The very first thing that popped into my head was to call out, “On yer left!” so I could pass.
In other news…
The guy I met at post-parade Pride Festival a week ago, just hppened to stop into the library last night. I was on my knees shelving in the children’s room when I spied a cute, longhaired guy at one of the catalog terminals in the main room.
Why, it’s GWAIN (Guy Without An Interesting Nickname), I thought, and manufactured an excuse to go to the circ desk so I could drop by and chat on the way.
A little light conversation and making plans to talk on the phone tonight left me walking about three feet off the ground for the rest of the night.
Race report
A guy I know from the Bicycling Love Forum took a Silver Medal yesterday in the Gay Games in Chicago. Read his report here. He’s racing next on Thursday.
