So, as it turns out, there was a massive power outage at the doc’s today, and so the labs were put off. This means that all the fasting that I did in preparation for the tests was without a point to speak of. The good news is, I know that I can handle a fast. In fact, when I woke up this morning, I’d not remembered ever feeling quite that good waking up.
This may seem just the tiniest bit bland—I mean, how exciting is it to finish something that you started, really? It’s something that you were supposed to do in the first place, and no amount of sideways talking will change that fact. But nonetheless (yay, occasion to use that word!) I am quite happy when I finish something I start, especially if it’s something that is even remotely important.
There’s just something about the act of completion, riding something through to its destined end, when you just take a breather and bask in the afterglow…
Okay, that sounded less wrong in my head. Moving on!
(Ah, Godot, how well I can relate to your caffeine habit.)
I’m beginning to think that cutting back down on my caffeine consumption was only a good idea on paper. Since I cut down on coffee, I’ve been completely and utterly exhausted. I woke up this morning with just enough energy to spend pulling a 300°F hot iron through the tangled mess that was my hair (straight and a little fluffy now). Then I realized something—I hadn’t taken my pills.
I made a point of taking my pills right away, because these are things that you DON’T want to miss (especially since missing a few doses the other day, I learned that my stomach is STILL reeling from the bug I caught).
I’d say I lasted about 30 minutes post-dosing. When I woke up, it was two-thirty.
As good of an idea as cutting down on my stimulant intake, it seems that it’s been keeping me running for a while, and without enough stimulants in my system, the pills kick my ass.
- Inderal for migraines. Causes drowsiness.
- Imitrex for migraines. Causes drowsiness.
- Sertraline (Zoloft) for PTSD. Causes drowsiness.
- Seroquel for PTSD. Causes drowsiness (and if I stay awake after taking it, A LUDICROUS HIGH).
- Bentyl for the ulcer. May cause dizziness.
- Prescription-strength Pepcid for the acid excess. No problem there.
- Vistaril for anxiety induced by PTSD. Causes drowsiness.
- Antivert for vertigo. Causes drowsiness.
…actually, looking at this, I’m amazed that I’m EVER awake.
The next 100 Things post will be tomorrow. I’m having a hard enough time staying awake right now, and I think I’m going to go back to sleep. It’ll beat falling asleep while I’m trying to cook something.
I’m going to apologize in advance for any typos that happen in today’s 100 Things entry; I’m so worn out from work over the last few days my eyes have actually sort of stopped focusing properly. I’m surprised I’m clear-eyed enough to see what I’m doing now; I haven’t been able to concentrate on reading all day because of it. I wonder if it’s got anything to do with the fact that I haven’t had a cup of coffee in three days. Vertigo’s taken up a permanent residence in my head, and massive confusion upon waking up reigns. I can’t follow myself from one end of a thought to the other, I’m so disoriented. But I’m going ot soldier on with the second thing on my list: Success in Saving.
H’lo? This thing on? Yes? Good.
Today’s the start of the 100 Things Challenge, in which you find 100 things and blog about them. (Simple enough, eh?) I actually meant to start this yesterday, but my leg began acting up, and I spent the largest chunk of yesterday evening heavily medicated. Happy, because my leg shut up, but…well, I’d’ve made even less sense than usual if I’d tried to chat on all of that.
I’m not feeling particularly well today, either—some seriously bad vertigo attacks—and, well, I need to rest. But I said I’d get started, and get started I shall.
It is an intangible situation, this feeling. You know that something good is coming to you—you probably earned it—and with every day that passes, you feel a little more of it. Your skin tingles, your pulse quickens, and you feel a little giddy every time you check the mail box. Then, the day hits, and you have it.
I’m talking about that feeling of anticipation that you get when you’re waiting for something special. Now, most people hate this part of the process, but I love it. It’s one of my favorite little modes of torture to put myself through, especially when the wait is a long one. The last time, I managed to get my hands on a copy of Harold Budd’s Colorful Fortune, a book of many of his poems.
This time around, my trip to the mailbox is just a litle bit different; instead of receiving a rare book, I receive a new high-tech toy to futz around with.