Tag: sleep


More Today Than Yesterday

28
October

Today was my semiannual appointment with the rheumatologist, aka the appointment that I don’t enjoy ever.  It proved to be as expected, though I think my parents think that I am partially to blame for that.  I was going to talk to him about a rash that I’ve had for over ten years, but that I thought he might know something about.  (The rash comes up on my cheeks and my forearms.  It gets worse when I’m stressed, angry, sick, tired, hot, or in a lot of pain.)  I didn’t ask him, though.  He didn’t seem all that interested and seemed to be taking the general “you’re not a doctor, so you don’t know about your own health” attitude that he’s had for a while now.

First, he determined that in the past six months I haven’t lost any weight.  While he may have a point, when it comes to the information he has, he doesn’t know that I’ve gained 30 pounds and then lost it at least once during that whole six months.  He drew a conclusion without having enough data, which I guess he thinks is okay since he thinks the only data is what is in his file.  (My whole life is apparently in that file, even though so much of it isn’t.)

Second, he asked how my sleep had been.  I told him that my sleep had sucked.  He started in on his “You can take 4 Zanaflex and Flexeril a night to sleep” rambling spree.  I told him that I couldn’t.  I’d told him this before, six months ago, but he didn’t believe me.  At the time I’d told him that I couldn’t take that much because I would get dizzy from the Zanaflex.  He told me, at the time, that that wasn’t possible because of the drug’s half-life.  This time I told him that it was because it dropped my blood pressure.  He said that I would have to choose between pain and lower blood pressure.  I tried to get across to him that this wasn’t just a little lower.  He didn’t understand until I told him the numbers that I had the night I fainted.  Suddenly, his advice changed. The advice became  ”take as much as you can” because I apparently had figured out my own limits.  Wow.  So, I’m not the idiot that I sometimes feel like I am?  I actually might notice that something is wrong.

So, this would be where I should have talked about my rash, but I was nervous and I was frustrated and I wanted to go home, so I didn’t tell him.

Speaking of my blood pressure, the other night it was around 130-something over 97.  I had slept in 36 hours before that blood pressure was taken.  I only checked it because I had a massively awful headache.  Today, at the appointment, my blood pressure was 127 over 74.  Apparently, the nap that I had this morning helped some.  Yay.

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Sleeping My Life Away

25
June

On Thursday, about 20 minutes before Glee was supposed to come on, I fell asleep.  By sleep, I don’t mean a little bitty nap or even standard good-night’s-sleep kind of sleeping.  No, this was a full-fledged sleep-a-thon.  This was the kind of sleep that couldn’t be ended by having people try to wake me up.  It was the kind where I had to wake myself up several times before it stuck.

The first time that I woke up was about 9 on Friday morning, and I woke up because my mouth was dry.  It was dry both in my dream state and my waking state, so I decided to get some water and watch Supernatural.  Of course, this didn’t keep me awake.  I woke again at about 11:30 yesterday morning.  Yet again, my mouth was horribly dry.  This time I tried to stay up by watching news and other “fun” things.  That didn’t keep me up either.  Even the loud weather radio couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I fell asleep again.  This time I ended up sleeping until about 10:30 at night.  I woke up long enough to eat dinner before I fell back asleep.  I slept until about 2 AM, which was a little over 3 hours ago.  I’ve been awake since then.  I’m hoping that I don’t have anymore bouts of random sleeping.

I don’t know why I’ve been so sleepy the past few days.  I think I’ll blame it on the cloudy/rainy/stormy weather or the comfortable nature of my blanket.

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While I Was Sleeping

8
January

Do you know what I was doing when a microburst occurred at an airshow in town? Sleeping. What about when Michael Jackson died? Yep, I was sleeping. Many major news events that have happened over the past few years have occurred have happened while I was off in dreamland. It doesn’t matter if I’m sleeping during the day or at night…major news happens when my eyes are closed.

Do you know what sucks about this fact? I have to wait until I can finally switch over to news to figure out what the hell happened. Of course, I could go back to my room and sit in the dark (because I’m still lacking in the light department in there) and watch the news. Or I could go and watch in my dad’s room and itch because so many of the “babies” like to sleep in there and there’s no way to get rid of all of the “baby” hair.

Maybe after Primeval I can convince the family to let me see if CNN has anymore on the Arizona thing? Otherwise, I’ll have to wait until like 2 or 3 AM to try to find out anything. (Yes, I know there are articles on the internet, but sometimes I prefer getting news from an anchor and not a tweet.)

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Work All Day, Sleep All Night

23
November

The day after the D&C, I was back to cooking dinner again. Mom is still struggling to get around, and his royal highness couldn’t be bothered to quit playing Farmville long enough to cook dinner. Admittedly, a D&C isn’t really major surgery. (Though, when I had what was considered major surgery, I went through the same stuff.) This time he was a little bit perkier since he didn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night to take me for surgery.

I had the sore throat I complained of for a couple of days. My temperature was borderline-high over that weekend, but I figured I just had a cold. I was sleeping as much as I possibly could, because I was completely wiped out and because I just felt really bad.

Then, on Monday, I had to see my new (old) psychiatrist. She was the one that I had seen in 2007 at the infamous appointment. She was really nice, and was asking me some basic questions. She needed to know why I’d left the last psychiatrist. (I said I didn’t feel comfortable with her. I didn’t mention that I didn’t appreciate the old psychiatrist insulting me.) She had a nurse practitioner in on the appointment. She didn’t ask if it was okay, and I guess I could’ve asked the nurse practitioner to please leave. I didn’t, though. The psychiatrist asked what medicines I was on. I told her just the Effexor, but I hinted at some of the older medicines. My mom wanted me to see if I could be put back on anxiety medicines, partially to control my tachycardia episodes. I mentioned being on Klonopin, but didn’t push it. Around the time I mentioned it, I had broken out in a sweat and felt like I was about to fall over. I pretty much struggled to get through the rest of the (brief) appointment and then trudge out to the cart in the cold, wet November rain. We had to go get dog food (because we’d run out and it would’ve inconvenienced my dad to come back) and pick up medicine from the pharmacy (again, so he wouldn’t be inconvenienced). By the time we got home, and I could finally figure out if I had a fever or what, it was about 5:30 (past the time when any doctor around here will answer their phone) and my temperature was 100.1°F (37.8°C). I chugged some ice water, took 2 Tylenol, and rested on ice. Thus began a week of sleeping, Tylenol, and icing myself down. (I kept forgetting to call the doctor.)

I slept a lot. I was sleeping so much that I was waking up with horrible pains in my hip/back area, and I eventually decided that I was going to have to sleep in shorter intervals. So, I slept about 3-4 hours at a time, which helped the pain some. It didn’t help the sickness or the fever.

I was going to call the gynecologist yesterday, but I slept through office hours yesterday, and ended up calling today. When I called today, I was told that it would be sometime in the second week of December before they could see me. So, I’m going back for my re-check then.

I’m hoping the weird sleep and fever will get better. It shouldn’t continue that long, should it? And hopefully, by then, the period, the one that had gone away and has now come back, might be less flow-y and clot-y, except that it’s me and that’s how mine roll. Gotta think positive, right?

Oh, and one last thing, has anyone seen Jonna (aka Jojo from plinsessa/hellfrozenrain/bubblecandy). It’s been around 2 months since I’ve heard anything from her. I was wondering how she’s doing.

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Harder and Harder to Breathe

8
November

On Saturday, I slept all day. I had been feeling like crap, and I thought that maybe sleeping more for a few days might be helpful. It was to some extent. It didn’t help the headache or joint issues, but it helped with a bug that I had gotten from my mom last week.

I got a referral letter from the UAB clinic in town to go to The Kirklin Clinic, which is the UAB clinic in Birmingham. I don’t know which doctor I’m supposed to see. It says “patient’s choice” on my referral, but it has an appointment date and time (in 2011). So, I guess I can find out later. (They’ve put patient’s choice on other referrals before.) So, I will get to see the rheumatologists down there and *hopefully* find out what is going on. I’m kind of glad that the UAB folks here didn’t put fibromyalgia on it. It appears that whenever a doctor hears that you have that, they decide everything you say is wrong is fibromyalgia. It’s a catch-all for some, I guess.

Oh, and in non-health related news: Auburn won their football game (so far, they’re undefeated) and Alabama lost theirs (that makes 2 losses, seals their fate when it comes to the whole “repeat national titles”). This is very good news. Even if Auburn doesn’t get to play in the national championship this year, the whole season will be worth it just to see Alabama’s hopes get dashed. (Cruel of me, no?) Basically, seeing Alabama lose is like a Red Sox fan seeing the Yankees lose. It provides a weird bit of satisfaction. Oh, God, I’m turning into my father!

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Let’s See You Do This

20
October

On Saturday, someone rang the doorbell, which was surprising in itself. My dad, continuing the surprise train, decided to get the door, which was pretty smart since I was barely awake and my mom is just getting used to walking again. It was the guy who lives across the street. His house had been broken into over the Columbus Day weekend and things had been taken–things that a person would have to know where they were in order to take them. He suspected the friends of his son, and, apparently, his son was suspicious as well. (He refuses to leave the house unless someone will be there the whole time he’s gone.)

It wasn’t all-too-shocking that the “friends” were suspected. These would be the same model citizens that leave trash in our yard (and used to sleep under the pine tree), vandalize things, etc. They’re also the ones that I think messed up the mailbox post. Basically, these are kids that have nothing better to do and don’t realize that doing the wrong thing isn’t a good solution.

What was odd about the whole thing was that I had had a dream earlier that day that the kids had broken into our house. They were stealing things while we were here, though, so that scared me. Apparently, the dream was so anxiety-filled that I was crying out/screaming. I tend to do that when I’m scared. So, kind of unrelated, but weird, so I thought I’d mention it.

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Don’t Ever Look Back

29
August

Has anyone else noticed that their WP blogs are inundated with massive amounts of spam lately. I had to delete 15 yesterday and got another 16 today. That’s not good. The last time I had so much spam in a day was back in 2007 before the 60,000 spam comments were lobbed at the site and way before they were deleted.

My eyes are really burning this morning. It may be for lack of sleep. I’m hoping to stay up to watch the Emmy’s, but I may have to take a nap. I hate that True Blood is up against the Emmy’s this year. I didn’t think anyone ever put anything major up against them. Maybe they’re just not as important as they used to be.

So other than being annoyed at Alan Ball/the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences/HBO, having burning/dry eyes, lacking sleep (of course I had about 15 hours yesterday, so it’s cool), cleaning up spam, doing some family history stuff, and posting on my board, I haven’t really done much this weekend. That’s okay though.

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