This is very short.
Two and a half hours' of interrupted sleep have made me woolly-thoughted and mentally spastic. Even more spastic.
Update, though.
Technically, I am "pre-diabetic" which means basically "clean up your act, eat right, exercise, lose weight, sleep, and cut out stress or else you're gonna really regret it, signed My Body" so that's what I'm gonna have to do.
Okay. It won't be easy and I'll screw up but the game plan is there and I have some decent chemistry to help out along the way, including something non-addictive to help me freakin' sleep. Which is a huge source of my problems.
Add to that the fact that my thyroid, which has been dicey and failing has taken a cannonball into nowhereland, and so that set of meds has to be upped.
No biggie, actually. It's the same routine I've been on, just a bigger dosage. And I knew it was going to happen, so it's just another step in the journey.
But for now, as soon as my iPod finishes snyching, I'm off to bed. I won't have my sleep meds until tomorrow, but I kinda think that they're not going to be necessary tonight.
If I turn into one of those reverse sleepy dolls and have my eyes pop open the minute I lay down, Bad Things are going to happen.
You've been warned.
See ya tomorrow!
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