Sleep, where art thou?
Sunday, February 19, 2017
After tossing and turning from 11:30 AM until 3:30 AM, I finally took pain meds at 4:30 and got out of bed at 5 AM. Last night was worse than usual, but certainly not an exception which is another reason why I have gained those 6 lbs I can't seem to shake. My middle has gotten thicker which can be a sign of increased cortisol levels from stress and in my case, from pain issues and severe insomnia. It's as if I can feel my cells dying off because they aren't being "restored" during good sleep. Most people would make up for it by taking a good nap in the afternoon but not me...I have to keep going like a very tired Energizer Bunny.
I've always had horrible insomnia. My childhood was chaotic esp during my teen years which I won't go into right now. Bad habits were set long ago, and now it's hard to turn off my brain at night. When I finally manage, pain rears it's head and wakes me. "Oh, excuse me. Were you trying to sleep? Let me just hit you with some bursitis pain in several places on your right side. Don't bother changing positions because I'll just strike your arthritic spine next. Your arthritic neck shouldn't be left out either." And so it goes. Every night. But at 6 I'll get up, fix coffee for DH and me, smile and go on with my day. Martyr? Yep, that's me.
Today I will:
Drink 6 glasses of water or quality fluids
Go to the gym and do the leg machines
Do my PT exercises for my shoulder
Go to a dinner party with DH at his Italian American Club.
Put on my smiley face so no one will know (Don't worry, I'm good at it)