Over the last two nights, I have had, I don't know, five hours sleep? Six? Not enough. Headaches, odd noises, sunlight (eventually), backaches, worries and that what-if-I-eat-the-stairs state of mind you reach (well, I do. YMMV) after enough time without adequate sleep have all contributed to create a particularly abysmal amateur Hell.
Gotta go into work but I am giving serious thought to knocking off early and taking a nice narcotic pain reliever (for which I have a prescription) to turn things off long enough to try to get my supply of Zzzs back to normal.
This tired and yet I still don't want to vote for Donald or Bernie or Hillary. So much for that serendipitous experiment.
(Also, the spell-corrector in my Surface has got to go. The things it does to fix my typos are far worse than the typos themselves.)
I am a bad man. I saw the title of your post and flashed to the Harry Potter world.
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself; you're the only Roberta we got.
ReplyDeleteMaybe time to step back from the world for a few days. If you have sick leave, take it. Or possibly a sick relative to go see. Pile up in bed with good books, chocolates, and a bottle or two of your favorite adult beverage.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we just have to go away for a while, even if we don't leave the house.
Hang in there lady...
Raz
ReplyDeleteTrain a basket-full of nursing kittens to use their milk-kneading skills to give you a back massage.
(Or a front massage, your choice) :)
All those kittens underfoot will be excellent coordination and balance practice to avoid stepping on them, not to mention the constant mewling will sooth you to sleep...
(You're not buying any of that, are you?)
Anon, there are worse cures than a basket-full of kittens! Alas, the house is a bit small for them.
ReplyDeleteRaz: I'd love to, but we get five sick days a year and I have already used one.
I drove home in a kind of horrible daze, bought a nice Cajun meal from Yats, too kit home, fed the cats, and worked on my food while they had their meal. Went to bed and fell asleep with my glasses on, woke up, looked in the glasses case and panicked. I've ruined glasses, sleeping in them. But I was lucky this time.
Hope you feel better soon
ReplyDeleteUsed to use a clamshell glasses case to prevent Rocket Baby from adoring and nibbling on the contents. She liked to chew on the outside too, which was fine with me.
ReplyDeleteRitchie: I use the case to keep Huck from stealing my glasses when he's trying to get me to wake up and feed him in the morning! He would take them and run down the hall with them.
ReplyDeleteRoberta, I have to admire Huck's ingenuity in this matter.
ReplyDeleteDoes he still act as a self-appointed alarm clock?
ReplyDeleteRoberta -
They make an eyeglasses frames from a flexible, kinda springy-ish metal for folks like you.
It's a neat material, when they fit you they use a heat gun to warm the metal for adjustment porpoises, when it cools it holds that shape.
(I refuse to wear contacts, had them as a kid and got a scratched cornea. Never Again...)