August 4, 2008
Ramblings of an Insomniac
Okay…it’s official. I’m an insomniac. For the last three weeks I’ve been unable to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. My mind is filled with to-do lists, and all the things that need to get done or delegated are constantly hovering over me. By the time I’m ready to go to bed, I’m too worked up from worry.
It’s 12:42 a.m. and I’m wide awake. I suppose the fact that somewhere in my neighborhood someone is either lighting firecrackers or shooting a pistol doesn’t help. I’m serious. I keep hearing several “bangs” that really, truly sound like gunshots. Doug says they’re fireworks, but fireworks make rapid pops. These are distinct, single bullet-like blasts that are freaking me out.
I suppose my anxiety and fear that a crime is occurring as I blog this, just proves to you that I’m losing my grip on reality or whatever. I don’t know what else to tell you, I’ve been in such a mood — a funk, rather — and I can’t seem to crawl out of it.
Geez Louise! Another “gunshot”. This is freaking me out! Do I call the cops? But what if it’s nothing? What if it really is a firework. Like a bottle rocket? They make one loud bang, right?
In other insomniac news, I’ve been working out at the gym for 12 days and I’ve been eating healthy foods, in addition to taking my medications, and the good news? I’ve lost 9.2 pounds. I have one of those digital scales and I love it so.
I didn’t exercise today (Sunday) because I needed a break from the elliptical, and I sort of went through a withdrawal. But I didn’t want to over use it and grow bored. Plus, I needed to clean the house a little. I’d been neglecting it since before I left for the BlogHer conference.
Okay. Another “gunshot” and now a car alarm is going off. Seriously, what in the world is going on out there? I’d close my windows, but it’s kind of humid in Dante’s Inferno, Wisconsin. I need that light breeze to keep me from sweating profusely.
Gunshot. Seriously. I’m calling the police. This is nuts. Those are not fireworks. What the hell?
Just a few moments ago, I finished writing Part II of my infertility saga. I’d publish it, but it needs tweaking. Too many uncontrolled, raw emotions plastered across the blog. If you haven’t read Part I yet, I encourage you to do so. It highlights the start of this frustrating journey.
Okay, I’m turning out the lights and going to bed. I don’t want the crazies to know I called the Woo-Woos.
Goodnight!
Posted by Dana @ 12:52 am • Bedlam
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August 4th, 2008 at 2:53 am, Loralee Says:
I am a DIE HARD insomniac. (It made the late nights at BlogHer easier but the early mornings were HELL.
12:45 is a bit early for me, so if you are up in the night (hee hee) drop me an email or a Tweet or something.
(It was so good meeting you!)
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August 6th, 2008 at 4:02 am, The Dana Files » More Than A Hard Day’s Night Says:
[...] remember when I told y’all about the gunshots I heard Sunday night? Yeah…it kinda, sorta turns out those bangs were just very loud firecrackers [...]