Mar. 7th, 2009 05:40 am
sailorzeo: (Default)
It's five-forty am. Matt and I've been up since 4. We're getting ready to head out to the grocery stores. The alarm, set for six, won't go off for another 20 minutes.

I don't know why we woke up at 4. We just did. Well, no, amend that. Patch was rattling the bedroom door something fierce to try to get in, so that woke us up, but after that, we were just awake. So, we're going to get a head start on the day. We went through the grocery ads last night, making lists and marking out our route. Seven stores in all, most likely. I don't like price matching. I hated it as a cashier, so I try not to do it as a customer.

I don't think the sun's quite up yet. For some reason, this feels like folly, this early-morning foray into the world. But it must be done.
sailorzeo: (crowbar)
I hate when I go to bed at a decent hour, and my body rebels. I slept well enough until 1 am, when suddenly, I was awake. I squinted at the clock, and thought it said something like 4:30, which is only an hour and a half before the alarm goes off. Not a problem.

But something didn't seem right. I'd set the bread maker to have a loaf finished at 6 am. 4:30 would have been halfway through the cycle; I should have smelled something by then, but hard as I could try, I didn't. So I tried to squint at the clock again. 1:15. I hate being blind.

I tried everything I could think of. Got up, used the bathroom, blew my nose, put my earplugs back in (I'd pulled them out when I thought it was 4:30), went back to bed. Nothing. Tossed and turned for another 45 minutes before giving up and coming out to the computer. No use staying in bed, wide awake, tossing and turning and kicking Matt every time he snored.

The thing that really annoys me about waking up like that is that invariably, about an hour after giving up and getting up, my neck and shoulders start screaming in pain. And I _am_ tired, I just can't sleep. The only thing I did differently was taking a Claritin-D before bed with my other pills, since I'm starting to get congested at night again. Usually those make me woozy. Not tonight.

Oh well, I'm starting to yawn, and the bread machine did kick on about half an hour ago, so I know the timer works. I think I'm going to take some Advil for the pain, and see if I can't sleep another 3 hours.
sailorzeo: (fabulous hair)
I always have a rough time sleeping Sunday nights. I don't know why, maybe it's because the weekend's over and I go back to work on Monday, maybe it's because Matt doesn't work Mondays, so he's up all night, and my schedule is thrown off. Tuesday through Friday, my schedule is up at 4 am, ride into work with Matt, then sleep in the back of the car for a few more hours until my shift starts at 8 am. Mondays, though, since he doesn't work, I'm reliant on my alarm at 5:50. Maybe it goes back to being afraid the durn thing won't go off and I'll end up seriously late. I don't know. All I know is I woke up at 1:30 when Matt came to bed. Then I started noticing things, like, "I gotta pee." "I kinda have heartburn." "My whole right arm assembly is aching." So I get up, use the bathroom, take a Pepcid Complete and a few ibuprofin, go back to bed. Toss, turn, toss, turn, can't get back to sleep. Give up, come out to the computer, check the Monday morning webcomic updates, check the e-mail, LJ, etc. It's now 2:30, and I'm a little tired again, so maybe I can get back to sleep. Three hours until the alarm goes off.
sailorzeo: (puppy)
Oh man, my feet hurt. Six days a week, four of those being 13 hour shifts and the other two 8 hour shifts. I am so tired. Two more weeks of massive overtime.

Matt goes to AZ next Wednesday. He's trying to line up some places to look at, but he can't get ahold of any of the rental offices. It's making him nervous. He listed the entertainment center and the monitors on craigslist; the only hit so far has been someone telling him he can donate the monitors to United Way, tax-deductable. All well and fine, but we need money for the move now, not after taxes.

Sell, sell, sell, sell....I need to list the glassware and everything. Sunday's gonna roll around and all I'm gonna want to do again is sleep. I'm not getting any packing done, not getting any cleaning done. I pretty much come home, sometimes find something to eat, and fall into bed.

I'll be so glad when the 22nd hits. That's my last day. I need to call the DM in Phoenix again next week or so and see about setting up something concrete. I'd like to know I have a job waiting for me there, someplace specific.

But all I want to do is sleep.
sailorzeo: (sick)
Why, when I made the effort to go to bed early last night (10 pm instead of 11:30 or later), because I've been so wiped all week, why, am I just as tired IF NOT MORE SO, this morning when I woke?

Could it have been the incessant tossing and turning last night, unable to find a decent position that was both comfortable AND let me breathe normally?

Looks like it's time to start taking the 12-hour Sudafeds half an hour before bed again. Sigh. Nighttime congestion sucks.

And why is it I seem to have the heaviest sleep in the nine minutes between snooze alarms?
sailorzeo: (Default)
Worked opening shift yesterday, crashed around 8:30-9 pm. Let's just hope I don't get into the same rhythm as last week...I don't need to be falling asleep at 6 or 7 pm!

I've started taking my testing kit with me to work. If I have another episode like last week, unable to form coherant thoughts and phrases, I want to test my sugar, see if it's high or low. Plus, I'm supposed to test two hours after a meal, and it hit me that the only time I really have a true two-hour post-meal is at work: at home, I tend to start grazing not even half an hour after a meal.

The Sudafed did not help my congestion last night. I think I'll have to see about getting some Breathe Right strips; I've used them before and they sort of helped.

I just realized we don't have another paycheck before my doctor's appointment next week. I hope Matt thought of that when paying bills.

I should go find breakfast.
sailorzeo: (Default)
I crashed yesterday after work around 6 pm. I pretty much slept straight through til just now. Approximately 12 hours of sleep.

Haven't eaten since lunch yesterday, which was around 1:30. So...17 hours, no food. My fasting blood sugar this morning was 79. I was expecting it to be a lot lower.

According to my meter book, fatigue is a sign of high blood sugar. While 79 is still a decent fasting sugar, it's been lower after fewer hours of fasting. I also thought about my dry mouth/peeing/headache complaints from the other day: also signs of high blood sugar.

I think I'd better start keeping a food journal again, keeping better track of what I eat and drink. I've been slipping off the GI plan. We still have about half the giant bag of white rice in the cupboard. (sigh) It's cheaper and takes half the cooking time of brown rice. And I'm having a hard time drinking the water I'm supposed to. Especially with these morning shifts, when all I want is caffeine and sugar to get me through.

I'm somewhat afraid of tonight's closing shift. I've been crashing, hard, around six, seven or eight pm. I work tonight until 9. After seven, I'm there by myself. I can't get someone to cover me if I start feeling woozy or disoriented. I think I may have to make and bring something coffee-related, maybe bring some nuts or something. Just something to keep me going so I can get home, maybe nap a few hours until Ellen gets home from work. Haven't heard back from her whether or not she's going to be online tonight after work. If she's not, then there's no need for me to stay up tonight. Can come home and crash again.

I can't believe it. After 12 hours of sleep, I'm sitting here yawning, wanting to go back to bed. I think maybe I'll get a big glass of water, take my pills, and do just that. Get in as much sleep as possible this morning so I can maybe stay awake tonight.
sailorzeo: (Default)
I swear, OMax is trying to turn me into a morning person. One midshift, four opens last week. Four opens, one closing this week. Next week, exact same schedule as this week: four opens, one close.

I am so exhausted. My body doesn't like to be up and functional at 6 am. I manage to stay awake until 8:30 or 9 pm, and then it's crash and crash HARD. I had a giggle fit at work that literally sent me to the floor yesterday. Because of envelopes, and the vague possibility of not having as many envelopes as things to put in the envelopes. Not particularly funny, but I found it hilarious. Or maybe it was hysterical laughter.

I'm so tired.


Mar. 21st, 2006 07:13 am
sailorzeo: (busy)
Time to go to work, after an up-and-down night. Fell asleep at 7 pm. Woke around 10:30 pm. Back to bed around 1 am. Up at 3, 4, 5, and 6 am. :-P

And I over-nuked the bacon this morning. Extra-crispy. Sigh. At least the eggs were good.

I took a 12-hour Sudafed last night around 11....I'm taking one with me to work just in case it wears off and the congestion is too bad to stand. Don't want to overlap them just in case it ISN'T bad. I need to refill my purse pill container anyway.

And dangit, I forgot to test my sugar this morning! I wondered what my fasting levels would be like after 14 hours of not eating. Oh well, I'm sure it'll happen again.


Mar. 4th, 2006 11:34 am
sailorzeo: (weird)
Well, we ALMOST got caught up on two week's worth of Sci Fi Friday yesterday morning. All we have left now is last week's BSG, and now yesterday's episodes. Sunday morning Sci-Fi, here we come.

We have new downstairs neighbors. In the just-over-a-year we've been in this apartment, we've had downstairs neighbors for just a few months. They had a short-term lease in-between houses. They were okay. I'm not so sure about the new ones. When you can hear the bass from the stereo through earplugs.... Plus, one of them has a license plate that reads "Da Frog." I really don't know what to make of that.

I went to bed last night around 11 pm. It's now 11:30 am, and I'm just now getting up. Although, part of me is tempted to just get something to eat and go back to bed. I slept in the guest room because Matt was being hot, sweaty, sticky and taking up most of the bed. We're all entitled to nights like that (I seem to have more than my share), so I just moved beds. Got some of the best sleep I've had in a while. Although, the guest room was really, REALLY cold.

That leads me to another small rant. Is there such a thing as a home thermostat that automatically senses whether the furnace or the a/c needs to be on, and switches between the two automatically? Ours, you have to manually select whether you want heat or cold, and if you have a sudden temperature drop (like we had the other day), you're screwed, because the a/c will shut off, but the furnace won't kick on, so you wake up a popcicle. Or in reverse, you wake up a little puddle of goo because the a/c won't kick on.

Ugh. The food-and-back-to-bed option is sounding better and better. But I did map out a fluffy little fic this morning, so maybe I'll type it up real quick before I lose it. There's just something about the old 'shipper standby, the motel in the middle of nowhere with only one room available. It's like everyone has to write their own take on it. But it's okay, because it's almost an initiation rite. Throw in freakish weather as a reason to take clothing off, and woohoo!

(hangs head in almost-shame) I dreamt in message boards last night. I really need to take a break from Shipper Central at TalkCSI.
Maybe I really do need to go back to bed.

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