mkahogan
July 15th 03, 04:12 PM
I'm guessing your lack of sleep is due to weaning off the Ambien (sp,
sorry). Is that what the problem is? Is there something you could take for
sleep that wouldn't have the "mental" sideaffects?
KathyH
"Kathy N-V" > wrote in message
.com...
> Normally in one day, I manage to get showered and dressed, but that's it.
Or
> I go for a ride in the car, or I walk one circuit around the backyard.
> Afterward, I sleep like a narcoleptic dog on Novocaine, drooling onto the
> pillow.
>
> I had a bad night last night, breathing troubles and pain kept me from
> getting any sleep at all. At 6:30 a.m., I finally gave up, took my shower
> and got dressed. Figured I was done for the day, But Nooooo.
>
> My sister picked up DD and me and we went to the post office, to renew our
> passports (we are careful to always have a valid passport). I stood in
line
> and got my bead package a day early, it had missed the carrier's bag
packing
> ritual today. Our Post office is a big old Granite WPA edifice, and you
get
> to stand on cold granite or cold marble while waiting for service. After
we
> were done, I figured I was done for the day, but Noooo.
>
> Sister decided that I don't get out enough, and that I need a tour of the
> neighborhood in which we grew up. I am unimpressed: I live a half mile
> away, she's the one that moved to the country. She then proceeds to drive
> like a madwoman through the Blue Hills Reservation to a swimming hole we
used
> to frequent in the summer. We sat in the sun, enjoying a beverage and
people
> watching. A Jewish lady at the table taught some fresh air fund little
kids
> to play blackjack, which became much more exciting when they started
playing
> for pretzels. cute.
>
> Then I had to go to the bathroom. Nothing. They have a handicapped
> restroom, with all the other restrooms, at the bathhouse. To get to the
> bathhouse, you have to follow a rutted gravel road for a bit then cross
the
> sand to find the ramp, which is short and steep. But I made it, found the
> restroom to be amazingly disgusting, but as the old salts say, "Any port
in a
> storm." Fortunately, I followed one of my mother's three rules for life:
1.
> Don't sit on the seat, god knows what you'll get! 2. Take plenty of
napkins.
> and 3., which we refer to as "practice, practice, practice).**
>
> I walked the whole quarter mile, only having to rely on the child to
steady
> me for the last half of it. But I was totally whipped. I feel like a
great
> white whale, looking at that spear, and knowing the party's over (at least
> for today) So against the boos and hisses of my compadres, we went home,
to
> make plans for another day.
>
> I am so beat to death that I feel nauseated. Yet, when I lie down, I
cannot
> sleep. I'll have to give it a few moments and try again. But wow, it
felt
> good to do 3 normal people things in one day. Hooray!
>
> Kathy N-V
>
> **"Practice, Practice, Practice" was our teenaged way of expressing our
> embarrassment with my mother's insistance that not only should her
children
> know all about reproduction and birth control, their friends were also
> subject to random search and seizure, and manditory indoctrination into
the
> "Omi School of Sex Ed." Fortunately, it had a greatly compressed
curriculum:
>
> 1. Don't. Ever.
>
> 2. Not even if you're in love. You only think you're in love and
> men all lie to get laid. Why?
> 2a. Sex is important to men.
>
> 3. If you decide to ignore rules 1 and 2, you must practice effective
birth
> control on both partners, every time, until you have a home in the suburbs
> and a job and have traveled the world and are ready to give up your life
for
> children. Only then can you dispense with full body armor.
>
> Gotta say one thing for mom: she took many a teen to Planned Parenthood
to
> get the pill and kept after the girls to keep the prescription filled.
She
> didn't like it, but she put her money where her mouth was. I used to
break
> out of my usual teen sullenness to realize how special and wonderful that
> was.
>
sorry). Is that what the problem is? Is there something you could take for
sleep that wouldn't have the "mental" sideaffects?
KathyH
"Kathy N-V" > wrote in message
.com...
> Normally in one day, I manage to get showered and dressed, but that's it.
Or
> I go for a ride in the car, or I walk one circuit around the backyard.
> Afterward, I sleep like a narcoleptic dog on Novocaine, drooling onto the
> pillow.
>
> I had a bad night last night, breathing troubles and pain kept me from
> getting any sleep at all. At 6:30 a.m., I finally gave up, took my shower
> and got dressed. Figured I was done for the day, But Nooooo.
>
> My sister picked up DD and me and we went to the post office, to renew our
> passports (we are careful to always have a valid passport). I stood in
line
> and got my bead package a day early, it had missed the carrier's bag
packing
> ritual today. Our Post office is a big old Granite WPA edifice, and you
get
> to stand on cold granite or cold marble while waiting for service. After
we
> were done, I figured I was done for the day, but Noooo.
>
> Sister decided that I don't get out enough, and that I need a tour of the
> neighborhood in which we grew up. I am unimpressed: I live a half mile
> away, she's the one that moved to the country. She then proceeds to drive
> like a madwoman through the Blue Hills Reservation to a swimming hole we
used
> to frequent in the summer. We sat in the sun, enjoying a beverage and
people
> watching. A Jewish lady at the table taught some fresh air fund little
kids
> to play blackjack, which became much more exciting when they started
playing
> for pretzels. cute.
>
> Then I had to go to the bathroom. Nothing. They have a handicapped
> restroom, with all the other restrooms, at the bathhouse. To get to the
> bathhouse, you have to follow a rutted gravel road for a bit then cross
the
> sand to find the ramp, which is short and steep. But I made it, found the
> restroom to be amazingly disgusting, but as the old salts say, "Any port
in a
> storm." Fortunately, I followed one of my mother's three rules for life:
1.
> Don't sit on the seat, god knows what you'll get! 2. Take plenty of
napkins.
> and 3., which we refer to as "practice, practice, practice).**
>
> I walked the whole quarter mile, only having to rely on the child to
steady
> me for the last half of it. But I was totally whipped. I feel like a
great
> white whale, looking at that spear, and knowing the party's over (at least
> for today) So against the boos and hisses of my compadres, we went home,
to
> make plans for another day.
>
> I am so beat to death that I feel nauseated. Yet, when I lie down, I
cannot
> sleep. I'll have to give it a few moments and try again. But wow, it
felt
> good to do 3 normal people things in one day. Hooray!
>
> Kathy N-V
>
> **"Practice, Practice, Practice" was our teenaged way of expressing our
> embarrassment with my mother's insistance that not only should her
children
> know all about reproduction and birth control, their friends were also
> subject to random search and seizure, and manditory indoctrination into
the
> "Omi School of Sex Ed." Fortunately, it had a greatly compressed
curriculum:
>
> 1. Don't. Ever.
>
> 2. Not even if you're in love. You only think you're in love and
> men all lie to get laid. Why?
> 2a. Sex is important to men.
>
> 3. If you decide to ignore rules 1 and 2, you must practice effective
birth
> control on both partners, every time, until you have a home in the suburbs
> and a job and have traveled the world and are ready to give up your life
for
> children. Only then can you dispense with full body armor.
>
> Gotta say one thing for mom: she took many a teen to Planned Parenthood
to
> get the pill and kept after the girls to keep the prescription filled.
She
> didn't like it, but she put her money where her mouth was. I used to
break
> out of my usual teen sullenness to realize how special and wonderful that
> was.
>