Waking up was excruciatingly hard this morning. It was one of those times when I had crease lines everywhere because I'd been sleeping so hard and in one place so long.
The day was reasonably productive. I was tired most, if not all, of it, but I kept myself busy and wouldn't allow myself to spend too much time sitting down. Coffee definitely helped. I did fall asleep at lunch. It was more like I chose to stop fighting it because it was getting too difficult. I crossed my hands in front of me and put my forehead on my hands and slept.
It was one of those naps where I felt aware of everything that was happening/being said around me and yet I was also sleeping. It's hard to describe, really. It used to be the way I commonly napped, but it hasn't been that common lately. When I wake up, I'm aware sort-of in the back of my mind, what went on, but I can't recall it until someone mentions something that was discussed and then I can remember it. Like I said, it's hard to describe. To make this even more muddled, this same sort of thing happens to me when I play puzzle-type games like Sudoku, Solitaire or Bejeweled. While playing I have a tendency to tell myself/make-up a story. I don't say it out loud, I just think it. It often occurs that afterward that although I know I told myself a story, I can't recall anything about it. Nothing. It's a bizarre feeling.
I forgot to get a refill of my Klonopin today, so I have none this evening. I am tired now, though, so hopefully the habit-forming thing won't bite me in the butt tonight. If so, at least I have plenty of good reading material around. *grin*
Oh, I had one more thought. I often describe how I feel as tired, rather than sleepy. I've found that I'm not terribly good at recognising signals from my body. When I say tired, I mean my system wants me to stop doing whatever it is. Usually when I do this, I find that if I just sit then I'll fall asleep, even with the TV on, even talking to someone, even reading.
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