I am so beyond desperate for quality sleep that it’s not even funny anymore.
If it’s not pain that keeps me up at night, it’s my brain on painkillers.
If it’s not my brain on painkillers that keeps me up, it’s just my brain that doesn’t want to go to sleep because it seems to think that it’s a waste of time.
If it’s not my brain thinking it’s a waste of time, it’s my brain worrying about shit.
I JUST WANT TO SLEEP.
Sleep aids aren’t helping me sleep. Hot baths don’t help me sleep. Pain killers for sure aren’t helping me sleep. Anti-anxiety meds sure as hell aren’t helping me sleep. And God help me, Sahmy sure isn’t helping me sleep when she’s decided to bed down on my chest for the night. (That last one doesn’t bother me so much, it’s just a part of the running tally I have going on.)
Family Doc better have some tricks up his sleeve when I see him at the end of the month… at this rate, I don’t even know if I can last that long.