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I Would Rather Be Sleeping
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| I Would Rather Be Sleeping |
| 07.08.04 (12:00 am) [edit] |
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Why at this time of night am I sitting here typing up a post for tBLOG when I should be asleep? It can all be blamed on drugs and my lousy coordination on getting off of some scaffolding. The fall dinged up my ribs and shoulder to the point that horizontal is not a good thing (even moving is not a good thing). The old Sleep Number bed isn't overcoming this comfort issue, so I'm relegated to using drugs to try and make it through the night. The prescribed drugs are loritab 7.5 and methocarbimol; they both do make me drowsy, but they don't knock me out. About all I can do is lay flat on my back and not move; not being too good at that, my moving disturbs the wife and hurts me. Now cyclobenzoprine will knock me out and I tried it the other night; timing being everything, it didn't kick in until about 05:00am and then I slept until noon. Even when I do get some sleep under these artificial inducements, I'm prone to being very restless, endure disturbing dreams and snore so badly that Margo might as well put up with my moaning and groaning from the pain. As it is she will be perturbed that I'm not in bed where I belong at this time of night. Tomorrow (today actually) I'm going to go back to work and get paid for doing what I am supposed to do. I've stayed active enough the past few days to know I'm ready to make it through the day without any painkillers. Thank goodness my shift doesn't start until 11:00 a.m. or I would be worthless when the sun comes up. Only two days of work left this week and a weekend to recover and get back on schedule. Actually, Monday morning I'm going to get this broken tooth removed and an implant put in its places, so there is more like five days to recover and get back on schedule. Functioning at 07:00 a.m. does require a reasonably good sleep so it is best that goal be obtained. Frankly I hate shift work, but this may be one of the few instances it is a good thing. One good thing did come out of this accident; my daughter-in-laws took pity on me and came over and mowed the grass, as nice as that was, the good part to me was their company and a chance to see the grandsons. Dakota and I watched Haunted Mansion and I watched Hoot. It is a stretch to say Hoot is crawling, but he sure is mobile and it seems if he isn't being watched, he is headed to investigate things not best for eight-month-olds to get into. There is a smile on my face as flashback of his father dance through my head. He will be home in four days and will he ever have his hands full for the next month or so. Time once again to make an attempt at grabbing some shut eye. |
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