Today I am grateful for sleep. But I wish I could get some. I’m on steroids for these miseries and I forgot how they mess with me.
I realized last night, when I was working very, very hard to get three, yes, three (3) hours of sleep that I should not take a steroid with dinner. I have to get them all in by lunch time or I’m up half the night, twitchy and sweaty.
We are watching the Westminster Dog Show as I type, so don’t spoil it for me, since I’ve stayed away from today’s news so far. It feels kind of good. Who needs news when there are dogs? I was still rolling around trying to find “my spot” at three in the morning. When I woke up at six, I thought I must be on the floor of the grooming room at the dog show. Stink much? I know. . . I’m a really sexy gal.
My nightgown (the second of the nocturnal event) was soaked along with the pillows I was propped up on, which were soaked through to the other side. It’s like I went to bed a popsicle and woke up just a stick. I wish. I am definitely down a quart.
I’ve never washed bed pillows before, but in they went and so did I. . .straight to the shower! It’s not like I don’t bathe, but boy, this was embarrassing. The good news is that I have no more fever. The bad news is that the cough still sounds like I am a pissed off seal in a zoo.
This morning I asked Himself if I kept him up all night, what with my thrashing around and slamming pillows and getting up and bitching about how hot it was, then how uncomfortable I was and beating the pillows into submission and turning the TV on, then setting it to go off in a half an hour, then turning it on again. Repeat all of the above a hundred times. I’m exhausted from all of that effort.
Ironically I feel pretty good today. I think it’s just because I’m so glad to be up and about and not working so hard trying to sleep. My shift is over.