The past two nights have been odd. I wake up at least a half dozen times. Each time I feel like I've been flopping around and not sleeping well. I feel entirely awake and unable to go back to sleep. I do manage to do so, but seem to wake-up immediately. When I check the clock anything from a half hour to 90 minutes have passed. It's not restful.
I can't think of much meaningful that I've done differently the past two days. Perhaps I had a bit more caffeine, but maybe one more soda or cup of coffee. I had a bit of sugar/dessert late, but that's not all that unusual. I've stayed on my medication. I've kept the same schedule and not had any naps at all during the day.
I'm not all that fond of trying to sleep tonight. Between the need to move my arms and legs and the general restlessness, I'd rather not do the sleep thing.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
RLS & R-"A"-S?
Tuesday night, when I got home from grocery shopping, I was tired, tired enough that I actually asked my spouse to reposition the car in the garage after I got it all wrong. I helped my spouse unload the groceries, though he did most of it. Then it was bedtime. We listened to a bit of a webcast before turning out the lights. Then, it started.
First, it was my left leg. It needed to move. I couldn't find anything to ease the repeated tightening feeling in the middle of my shin. I stretched. I tried a bit of an alcoholic beverage. I tried drinking two glasses of water. Nope. Eventually, both my arms felt like they needed to move. That was the last straw. Finally, at nearly 12:30am, I took a hydrocodone. That did it. It's certainly not my favourite solution.
Last evening (Wednesday) I feared the same thing. By the time we arrived home from church, I was tired. After getting the boys into bed, it was bedtime for me, too. My spouse soon joined me and we listened to a bit of a recorded TV program. My legs felt like the precursor to the previous night's problems. Thankfully, nothing came of it.
First, it was my left leg. It needed to move. I couldn't find anything to ease the repeated tightening feeling in the middle of my shin. I stretched. I tried a bit of an alcoholic beverage. I tried drinking two glasses of water. Nope. Eventually, both my arms felt like they needed to move. That was the last straw. Finally, at nearly 12:30am, I took a hydrocodone. That did it. It's certainly not my favourite solution.
Last evening (Wednesday) I feared the same thing. By the time we arrived home from church, I was tired. After getting the boys into bed, it was bedtime for me, too. My spouse soon joined me and we listened to a bit of a recorded TV program. My legs felt like the precursor to the previous night's problems. Thankfully, nothing came of it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tiring Dreams
This morning I again awoke with dreams that had me wondering what was real. It also left me trying to figure out how to solve the problem of the last dream. It was then that I realized the sequence of dreams had been one problem after another that I needed to solve. It seemed much too close to real life: one problem after another that I need to solve. What a tiring thought.
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