Had a teacher, high school, who spent part of a class on swearing and obscene language. Without using any, I must add. Very rational, normalized the words for me. Just words, but powerful ones to be used at the right times and places.
Tonight, though, I am thinking of the time he told us, "Some nights will be sleepless. Happens to everyone, don't let it worry you." Because I think I've gotten about an hour in so far, although I'm hoping for a few later this morning. A bruise in an inconvenient place on my hip, my aching thumb, sore throat from the terrible air, and my multiple hamster-wheeling thoughts, all conspiring to keep me more or less awake. Mr. Novak, yes, that was the name.
Later:
Around 0430, feeling like I'd taken several caffeine pills, and tea tasted awful and a bit tinny, it occurred to me to look up Depo-medrol, the corticosteriod in my thumb. Some spark of memory proved right. I checked. One of the side effects is sleep interruption. Whooo boy, did my sleep get lost. I wrote to my boss that I would not make it in for the meeting, but as I stay so utterly alert and awake and a bit wired, I've decided to just show up. D has made me promise to be exceptionally careful driving, which I have done, and will do.
Still later:
Icy roads, in patches. Tried to avoid the worst of it, and made it home safe and sound. Did not even try to work on the schedule. I'd have made a hash of it. I assured everyone it was the steroids, not meth. I don't think anyone there has ever seen me that talkative.
D remembered this morning that today is our legal wedding anniversary, 18 years. We both often forget it, since we always count the November activation date 21 years ago, when our relationship really started. We have been together every day since, or at least spoken - for a few of those days when one or the other of us was out of town. Still, the legal marriage has been damn useful.
Thumb is feeling a bit better, though. Shot ache, not the same as before. Still wearing the brace, will continue to baby it for another week. Give it time.
And finally:
Having some alcohol to get my brain to slow down. Trying to edit this a bit, sorry if I miss letters. Tea tastes better, which I take as a good sign.
6 comments:
Big hug, being careful of your boo-boos.
Glad things are picking up. Tea is good.
Wise teacher, to talk to kids that way about what to expect from life, including occasional sleepless nights
Thumbs won't get in the way of a good hug.
Mr. Novak was a treasure.
I've been rather fortunate and could count, if I remembered any, the number of unintentional sleepless nights I've had in my life on one hand.
Mind you, I've never had depo-medrol, or any other medication that would have had that side effect.
Phil,
I'm usually a damn good sleeper, from babyhood on. I have not had many sleepless nights, not that I wasn't paid for (night shifts.) So, this is extremely atypical.
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I'm glad for your sake it is atypical, then. I do feel terrible that there are some in the world who do not have it as you and I do... I can only imagine what effect chronic sleeplessness can have on a person.
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