Typically, nowadays, I wake up 2-3 times a night to go to the bathroom. The diabetes medicine I am on makes me have to pee about once every hour or so, all day, and all night. Sigh. I’ve written about this before, it’s not news. Anyway, last night, I was awakened by my bladder around 5-something and after going to the bathroom and stumbling my way back to bed in the dark, I accidentally saw the time on Anders’ clock.
My clock face is turned off at night, partly because it’s too bright, and partly because I don’t want to know what time it is when I have to get up and go to the bathroom because if I know what time it is my brain inevitably wakes up and goes “OMG THERE’S ONLY 3-2-1 (whatever) hours left until the alarm goes off, might as well not be able to go back to sleep!” and then I can’t get back to sleep, and I want to stab myself in the head. Which is what happened last night. My alarm goes off at 6:50 am when I am going to the office (7:30 am when I am working from home, so you can see which I prefer) and if I see that it is 5-something, my brain decides I can’t possibly get back to sleep for JUST AN HOUR and refuses to shut up.
I tried, I did, but it was no use, so I picked up the iPad and checked email and Blockudoku in a futile attempt to bore myself back to sleep. I’ve been tired all day as a result, and I knew when I got home that I’d have to watch out or I’d fall asleep at some point BEFORE bedtime which would mean I’d wake up again too early. I facetimed with my brother, and had dinner (sushi, which was a consolation I gave myself because Anders couldn’t get home tonight from Tingsryd), and did some online things, and read for a while, and then slowly started sinking down on the sofa. And then Camilla called and I snapped out of it and woke up enough to get through the rest of the evening, thank goodness.
Now I’m writing this post as another way of keeping myself awake, after doing a bunch of searches in this blog, trying to find a record of the time I went to an allergy specialist for emergency help many years ago, when I was so stuffed up and sinus-y that I couldn’t breathe at all, because I am having the same damn problem again. While I was searching I was a bit boggled by how many blog posts I have written about my allergies, and nose/sinus problems. I don’t feel like my allergy meds are doing anything at all AGAIN and it’s not even spring itchy-eye season yet. I’m so stuffed in the head and can’t breathe at all without taking addictive nose spray at least once a day, which I’ve been desperately trying not to do, but keep having to give in to because BREATHING.
Time to have a new round of explaining all my symptoms all over again to yet another doctor, who will administer yet another “prick-test” to determine what I’m allergic too, which I ALREADY KNOW, and who will then prescribe yet another medicine. SNIFF. SNIFF. SNUCK. Or my health insurance company who will tell me to call the healthcare clinic, etc. ¤&@#”½!
Did you know that the string of characters that you use to indicate swearing has a name? It’s called a grawlix! It’s the graphical version of bleeping out a word. It was coined by cartoonist Mort Walker, creator of Beetle Bailey. Also, did you know that a pound sign (#) is officially called an octothorpe? Merriam-Webster says the octo is from the 8 points of the hash sign, but no one is sure where the “thorpe” came from.
Mood: crabby
Music: The Faders—No Sleep Tonight