Well, I do. Lots of it. You see, dear readers, if sleep was an Olympic sport I would medal. Probably gold, too. I am a sleeping champion.
Lately, sleep has been fickle. My old reliable friend is taunting me. And now, I have puffy eyes. So not cool.
Neil's surgery started the whole issue. However innocently it began, the problem is now truly effing up my rotation. You see, we stayed up late the night before surgery so Neil could have a snack at ten until midnight. Also, since the surgery was not scheduled until later in the afternoon, Neil decided that the best way to combat the hunger and thirst he would be feeling would be sleeping in as late as possible. The plan was executed flawlessly.
Fast forward to the first night after surgery in the hospital. Neil got into the room at 11p, or so, and we didn't get settled fully until probably 1 am. I finally feel asleep around 4 on the uncomfortable chair/recliner and slept until 7:30 or so. This night of sleep was to be expected, and I knew I;d have time to "catch up."
We got home. The pain meds made Neil sleep a lot during that day, and so we stayed up very late at night. Got up very late in the mornings/afternoons. Like, almost 12 hours later. And this trend continues. For a week. No kidding. Today I got up "early," but took a serious nap when my day didn't go as I thought it would. Why?
I feel like I am in college again. I slept until almost 2pm TWICE this week. My fickle friend now gives in abundance. Operation Shock System Back to Normal starts tonight.
First order of business: more active days. Today, I will be walking the park after dinner for a few miles and escorting Neil on his two mini-walks. Second order of business: No Diet Coke after dinner. Third order of business: In bed at 11 tonight, light's out at 12. And I have an appointment in morning to help me get up and ready. Gonna be a sleepy day, but this crap has to end.
I NEVER thought I'd say this, but I need less sleep...
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