I have chronic tension headaches that are acerbated by lack of sleep, so the weeks that I don't sleep I am left with a dull, throbbing pain across my forehead that doesn't go away. The headache doesn't respond to OTC meds and if the insomnia lasts long enough, it heads straight into a migraine.
I loathe these periods of insomnia. I don't feel like myself and my whole schedule is thrown off. I don't have enough energy to work out, which makes me feel guilty. I hate feeling guilty. I also don't have enough energy to keep my house at the sparkling clean standard that I normally hold myself to, which also makes me feel guilty. Did I mention I hate feeling guilty?
I try to sleep, I really do. The thing is, I am exhausted. I want to sleep. I just can't. I found this cartoon that perfectly sums up me trying to fall asleep at night.
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I have a doctors appointment on Saturday morning so I will try to arm-wrestle some sleeping pills out of my doctor. Trying to get narcotics in Kentucky is comparable to trying to win the lottery- in other words, almost freakin' impossible. You basically have to sign away your life, your unborn children, and your unborn children's children to get a prescription. I am, of course, exaggerating. But just barely. And that is just to get sleeping pills. Forget trying to get something for the headache.
All right, I will groggily climb down off my ranting soap box and go find something else to do.
Mrs Grumpus is signing out.