I said in my last post that I wasn’t tired. Nothing could be more true as it turns out. I ended up laying in bed all night tossing and turning until about 5:30am. I kid you not. If I was lucky I might have managed to squeeze out a combined 30 minutes of sleep from 1am-5:30am. The weird part is I’m not sure why. I’m not stressed over anything, I don’t have anxiety over anything, and it’s night like I took a bottle of caffeine pills before bed. And yet, I laid there all night feeling like this:
I at about 5:45am, after a good 20 minutes of debate over work, I decided to call in and take a full sick day. I had considered going in for a half day, but I know just as much as anyone else that half days rarely happen. Something happens at work, and before you know it, you’ve put in 7 out of 9 hours, haven’t taken a lunch yet, and might as well stay that last hour and forego a lunch. I just didn’t have the strength to chance that happening. So, after calling in I shuffled my way back to bed. Keep in mind that I am feeling totally exhausted and wiped out, and yet, cannot fall asleep. Jess wakes up briefly and I tell her what was going on. We then both lay back down in bed. She’s asleep within 3 minutes and I lay there for another good hour or so praying for sleep. The last time I looked at the clock it read 7:02am. It must have been shortly after that that I finally fell asleep. I woke up at various points over the next few hours, finally decided to get up around 11:30am. I would have loved to have slept longer, but first I don’t think my body really would have let me since I was wide awake 4 hours after falling asleep, and I really didn’t want to sleep too much for fear that this will happen again tonight. I really want to be wiped out today and try and get a full night sleep this evening.
A little Beethoven anyone?
