So sleepy...

[moominmuppet]

My sleep patterns recently have been even screwier than usual, and I think I've been averaging not much more than four or five hours a day most of the week (for the past several weeks, at least, actually). Really not ideal. Manic or not, this Does Not Work. Aside from just generally being totally exhausted (although frustratingly not sleepy whenever sleep is a reasonable option -- thanks, mania), it's a good way to trigger a nasty fibro flare. And manic and flaring is just a lousy, infuriating combination; a brain that won't stop, and a body that won't go.

The rest of the week isn't going to slow down at all, either. Tonight I'm patient-instructing again, and then will finally get some time to hang out with curiousredhead for the first time in entirely too long, tomorrow I have to be at work by 7am (I'm hoping I can beg Mark into driving me in, rather than having to catch a 5:30am bus), then I leave work mid-afternoon to go get my root canal finished. I'll probably have Paul over to work on the house some more in the evening, and may get a chance to hang out with Erin for a while, too, although that's uncertain at the moment. Friday I should get to work early, although I have doubts about that actually happening, and then we're going to the Eddie Izzard show in the evening.

Thankfully, I'm not escorting at the clinic on Saturday morning, but I do need to hash out next month's schedule. We're losing all our students for the summer, so it won't be fun. Most of Saturday is actually looking like decent recuperation and life-catchup time, thankfully, although Erin's performing in Akron that night, and I may try to make it down to the show. Sunday, jokervalentine is coming in to town.

Really need to start behaving myself about bedtimes. Good IM conversations and getting to hang out with housemates 'til too late are fun, but not functional.

Comments

[calebbullen.livejournal.com]

seems like a lot of people are singing that same tune these days. Monday I was so exhausted I passed out when I got home and was up at 2 till right before the alarm went off. I said, "what am I, Sarah?".

on my friendslist, the person before you is also telling the same sort of tale.

Like an idiot I take some small comfort in knowing others are suffering like I am.

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

I said, "what am I, Sarah?".

*snerk*

It's funny these days; Grafton and I generally have a pleasant period of companionable overlap, because he usually doesn't go to bed 'til 3am or so, and I generally wake up before that.