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Lame Me Think a Minute

Does it count as a late post when you go to bed but wake up around 1 a.m., can’t sleep, and say, “Oh hell, I’ll make my blog post.”?  One could argue both sides, but I don’t suppose it matters.  Full disclosure:  I also can’t think of anything to say in a blog post.  Then again, this is my Lame Post Friday post.  Let’s see what I can come up with.

Here’s a weird thing.  As I typed in “come up  with”  my head was thinking “put up with.”  I am one finger pecking on my Tablet (I misplaced the stylus), and I seem to be doing it even more slowly than usual.  Hence, as I think the words and type them, my brain has plenty of time to come up with alternative phrasings, appropriate or not.

I just realized, this is kind of an improvement.  In many of my recent blog posts, I have been whining about being brain dead.  Now my brain is… oh this is funny.  As I was debating whether my brain was “kind of working” or “marginally functioning” or perhaps merely “coming up with things,”  my predictive text thingy suggested “not responding”.

“You called?”

 

Just thought I would throw in The Brain from the Planet Arous, since we were talking about brains.  Illustrations do pep up a post, don’t they?

And I see I am over 200 lame words.  Score! I wonder if I could sleep now.  My body says, “No promises.”

 

Lamest Fast Words

You know, like Famous Last Words. I may have used that title before. I could go back and check, but my Tablet is so slow and I am so lazy. Actually, lazy would make a slow Tablet OK, because I would be just sitting here waiting. As Inigo Montoya said, I hate waiting.

Where was I? Ah yes, making a late Lame Post Friday post. A nice reader commented that she enjoyed Lame Post Friday, then I inconsiderately did not make one the following week. Or was it two weeks? See above paragraph about going back and checking.

I got up earlier than I meant to (stupid insomnia), got dressed to go running, but walked instead. I apparently did something bad to my hip on last Saturday’s run. We may not see another Running Commentary Post for a while.

As I type lame words (pecking one letter at a time with the stylus, as you may have guessed since I mentioned the Tablet), I contemplate my Saturday. Will it be filled with Mohawk Valley Adventures? Will I blog about them? Will pictures be included? A little suspense adds interest to my morning.

I am feeling mildly pleased with myself, because I have posted every day since, correct me if I am wrong, Monday. Were they good posts? Let us not ask for miracles, but thank you for tuning in.

Wrist Not, Want Not

I am tired but determined to keep posting every day. With the occasional late post, of course. Right now it is Sunday evening (according to my watch; my WordPress timestamp may say something different), and I am looking at the movie Laura in a desultory fashion. It is an old favorite; I won’t lose track of what’s going on.

This blog post, I might lose track of. You see, I took a rather powerful nasal decongestant last night, the kind with a D that you have to ask the pharmacist for. The box said “non-drowsy,” and they weren’t kidding! I did not feel drowsy all night. I believe I must have dozed off a few times, but it did not feel like sleep. Sorry to whine about it. I’m just trying to give you the picture.

I guess this is a real Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. Right now I feel too tired to pose dramatically. Me, too tired for drama? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

I did get a couple things done today: I wrote a letter, gassed up the car, mailed the letter, did a load of laundry. In that order. Oh, and just now I chopped up some radishes and carrots for the week’s lunches. Full disclosure: I got through all the radishes but petered out after about three carrots. My body just said, “No!” So I stopped.

And now I have made a blog post. I’m afraid it’s a pretty crappy blog post, but these things happen. I believe I have previously raised the question of whether a lousy blog post was better than no blog post at all. Does anybody remember what we decided?

Now I’ll Try to Sleep Again

I guess I fell asleep without making my Saturday blog post. These things happen. Why is it that one can snooze on the couch while the television continues to play something one was totally interested in, no problem, then when one goes upstairs to a comfortable bed in a darkened bedroom, one remains wide awake?

It’s not that I am one of those people who need noise to sleep. Steven used to like to sleep with the radio on. I made him use the Sleep function, which made it play for an hour then shut off. As for having a television in the bedroom, forget it!

So I don’t know what my problem is, but here I am at one in the morning, wide awake. Usually, I do not get out of bed. Normally I stay in bed, doing relaxation techniques which I make up for myself, until eventually I sleep again.

This time, I could hear that Steven had gotten back up and was watching a movie. He has insomnia, too, but is not the longtime sufferer that I am. I have always had insomnia. I should be used to it by now. But I decided to get back up and make my neglected blog post.

Who knew I was going to spend 200 words griping about my insomnia? Oh, you probably knew (you know who you are). But so I have. Good night again.

What’s in a Lame?

Have I used that title before? I’m too lazy to go back and check. It is almost 11:30 Friday night, so I am getting my Lame Post Friday Post in just under the wire.

Here’s a weird thing: my Predictive Text thingy has stopped predicting things it previously predicted most of the time. For example, it used to be if I typed in (that is, pecked in one letter at a time with the stylus) “Lame,” the predictive text would predict, “Post Friday.” Today, it did not.

That is about the most interesting thing I can come up with at this point. I am usually in bed by this time on a Friday or any other night. Not always asleep, because I am a chronic insomniac.

Oh, here is something else weird. I just typed “insomniac” into Google to make sure I spelled it right, because my Tablet underlined it, and it seems there is a whole big thing called Insomniac. I was invited to plan my next insomniac event! What the hell? I did not explore the matter. In fact, I hesitate to mention it, in case I am advertising something quite unworthy, but it kind of went with my stream of consciousness vibe, if you see what I mean.

And now I have rattled on for 200 sufficiently lame words, I will sign off and try again to sleep. Happy Friday, for whatever is left of it!

A Change from Counting Sheep

Here is a new thing for me.  I am out of bed at 1:38 on Monday morning making Sunday’s post.  I guess this doesn’t seem a whole lot different from when I am up at four doing same, but when I’m up at four I am usually up for the day.  Incidentally,  that old saw about “Early to bed, early to rise” is full of beans.

Where was I?  Ah yes, a late Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  As happened one other day last week, a few times I got out my Tablet, logged into WordPress, and drew a complete blank. I am not exactly un-blank now, but I see I am managing to pick out a few words.

I have probably mentioned that I have suffered from insomnia from when I was quite a small child.  I have never been the sort to get out of bed, wander around the house, get a snack, do something useful, etc.  The most I’ve done is read, sometimes with a flashlight so as not to disturb Steven (that’s if I have the flashlight, otherwise he takes his chances, I’m not a perfect wife, after all).

Today, as I lay in bed, wide awake, I remembered my blog post was not done and thought, “Let’s try this.”  Hmmm… I cannot say it has been entirely successful, but I am over 200 words.  And still wide awake.  Oh well, I’ll try for a nap and a better blog post later.

 

Present Company Excluded

So it is that time on a Thursday when I want to make a blog post and go to bed.  Yes, I have an early bedtime.  I get up early and I am old.  Additionally,  I have insomnia, so time spent in bed does not equal time asleep.

Ooh, that brings up something I may have written about here but is often on my mind this time of year.  According to song, Santa Claus is not reasonable in his requirements for the Nice List.   Case in point: “He knows when you’re awake.”

I have always been awake for some portion of the night, from when I was a very small child through now.  I wanted to sleep, but I could not.  Is this a reason for Santa Claus to withhold presents?  I feel this is unfair.

And while we’re on the subject,  “You better not cry.”  Say what?  What if I got hurt?  What if someone was really mean to me (quite a common occurrence in my elementary school)?  Am I to be penalized for expressing my feelings?  Apparently so.

I must say, one of the delights of being older is that I no longer particularly want Christmas presents.  Oh, I am grateful for the ones I get, and I admit to some slight frisson of ill-use if I do not get one from someone I gave a present to (I try so hard not to be a quid pro quo capitalist about these things,  but I am only human).  But in general, I am fine with getting nothing.

Where was I going with this?  I confess, I do not know.  But I see I am over 250 words, so I hope this is acceptable for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  We’ll see what Lame Post Friday will bring.

 

Late Sunday Post About Not Writing

Did I declare last week that making Sunday’s post early Monday morning was going to be a thing now?  I actually meant to make a post last night, but my Tablet wouldn’t get online and I felt too tired and lazy to sit upright at the laptop.  I went to bed early rather than fall asleep on the couch.  Then I spent a good portion of the night lying awake trying to sleep.  I have always suffered from insomnia, so this was not surprising. I spent some of my waking hours wondering what I could write a blog post about at this early hour (4 a.m. to me, no matter what my WordPress timestamp says).  I came to the conclusion that I could not and would not make a post, that I have come to the end of my rope and my road as a blogger, who was I kidding anyways, and other discouraging thoughts that might occur to one at 1:47 in the morning (yes, I looked at the clock).

So here I am, once again writing about not writing.  In my more optimistic moments I thought I just need a new approach.  Something to stimulate my creative brain cells, if I have any left (you see, even my more optimistic moments have their downside).  The problem with new approaches is that you can’t just have them, you have do follow them.  I can type every day, “From now on I’m going to…”  We all know, that is not all I have to do.

It’s like diets.  Almost any diet can help you lose weight, leaving aside the question of whether it is healthy or not.  But you have to actually do what the diet tells you to.  And if it is the kind of diet you go off, there is the question of keeping the weight off.   Well, I could draw this comparison out, showing exactly how it relates to writing, but then I would be writing about writing, not about not writing.  Additionally, I am over 300 words, and I have to get on with my usual morning routine. Happy SunMonday everyone.

 

Who Me? Forget My Blog Post?

Full disclosure:  I got out of bed to make this blog post.  I remembered before I got into bed that I had forgotten my blog (Can you believe such a thing?  What the hell, me?), but I had already heated up my rice bag and did not want to waste the heat (if I put a hot rice bag on the back of my neck every night before I sleep, it helps my headaches).  I have a really sick headache today.  Not so much pain as light-headed-ness and all around crappy feeling.  Sorry to bitch; I’m just trying to give you the full picture.

So I said to hell with it and laid down with the rice bag.  Naturally I could not sleep.  I am an insomniac from way back.  Finally I decided to get back up and make my silly post.  I may still have insomnia, but at least it will not be guilt-ridden from skipping a blog post.

Where was I?  Ah yes, writing about not writing.  I did write today.  Not as much or as good as I had hoped, but you can’t have everything.  Earlier today I gave myself a stern talking to.  I asked myself what I was being so angst-y and dramatic about?  I write light-hearted, chatty fluff. I write fast and I have fun doing it.  Why I can’t seem to do it any old time is a mystery to me, but there is no reason to swoon with my wrist on my forehead (Wrist to Forehead Sunday notwithstanding).

Anyways, this will have to do for today’s post.  We’ll call it a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.

 

Posting After Midnight

I almost never get up in the middle of the night.  When I can’t sleep, I just lie quietly and keep trying.  Once in a while I read a book with a flashlight (so as not to disturb my husband, and also because too much light will wake you right up).  So here I am, having gotten all the way up, come downstairs, and gotten onto the laptop, knowing damn well that screens are not conducive to sleep (I read that somewhere, or I heard it on the health segment on the news, or maybe both).

Well, you see, I went to bed early with a migraine, having not made my blog post, largely due to having the headache most of the day.  I am still suffering from great pain in my head as well as nausea.  And I woke up, unable to get back to sleep, and fearing that too much sleep will only give me a worse headache.  So I thought, “I’ll go downstairs and make my blog post.”  Unfortunately, I feel to ill to do anything but complain.  I know, what a whiny baby.  I hate to be called whiny, but sometimes I just have to cop to it.

But here is one amusing thing:  how I remember how to spell “nausea.”  On an episode of The Flintstones, Fred and Barney got a boat.  One of them wanted to name it “Nautical Lady,” and the other wanted, “The Queen of the Sea.”  They took the first three letters of one and the last three letters of the other.  Betty said, “What a sickening name!”  I’m thinking it would be a good name for the boat of a person who often got seasick.

And now I am approaching 300 words.  I call that respectable for a Blogger’s Sick Day.  I’ll try for a better post tomorrow, when my headache goes away.