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shannon_aSaturday was another trying night. Kimberly woke up about 30 or 45 minutes after I got home, and I learned that she'd had another severely depressed day. We ended up having another serious talk starting at 1am. Afterward she said she was too anxious to go up to bed (because she gets nervous if she gets too far from the doors when she's highly anxious), and I'd been too upset by the conversation to go cloister myself in the bedroom.
So, we ended up having a sleep over.
We grabbed three comforters and a sleeping bag and laid them out in the Living Room and then crashed there. I also hung a blanket over the main window, which has a fairly flimsy curtain on it. It was a fair enough compromise, especially since I didn't have work the next day.
Though, in retrospective, a hardwood floor isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, even with piles of comforters cushioning it. Kimberly said it was more comfortable than the couch, where she's done large amounts of sleeping this year, due to anxiety, and previously nausea, but I disagree.
The cats were also mightily upset by us sleeping in the middle of the floor. Every time I woke up during the night, Cobweb and Munchkin were staring at us from couches; Munchkin wouldn't even sit down, she just stood all night and stared. After I got up Sunday morning, she eventually hopped down, and from my office I kept hearing here yowl at Kimberly, to express her displeasure. (She eventually settled down to sleep on the bed of fabric.)
Sunday, Kimberly seemed a bit less depressed, and the day was better. I was tired, and so I didn't engage in all my grand plans. Instead I read and watched TV, for the most part. I partook of all of a comic from the 1980s called Strikeforce Morituri, a few more chapters of The Shadow of the Torturer and episodes of both Millennium (the end of season 1) and The West Wing (season 2).
I was a good consumer of media.
I actually did get a teeny bit of writing done on the Elf Book toward very late evening. Just 400 words, a quarter of one of the two Hero Bands I want to put in the book, but the intention was to get my foot back in that door, and I did.
We shopped in the evening, and we were on a particularly tight budget this week, but I partially made up for it by getting food that needs to be prepared rather than the usual sodium-drenched frozen dinners. I made up salad and the very classy Hamburger Helper lasagna last night, and tomorrow I'll probably cook up some pasta, and replenish the salad, if need be. Even if it was Hamburger Helper, it was nice having some food we prepared at home. Next time I make that, though, I'll need to remember to look for ground turkey instead of ground beef; I just wasn't thinking of it, because they don't call it Turkey Helper.
When bed time rolled around Kimberly again said that she didn't want to sleep, but I shrugged my shoulders and went to bed on my own this time. Unfortunately I was then beset by one of my relatively rare cases of true insomnia. I couldn't get a song out of my head from a particularly powerful episode of The West Wing that we'd just watched ("Noel") and my head kept going through all kinds of different numbers. I eventually got up, did some ad work for Skotos that had been bugging me, put on some music to cleanse my palette, and zoned out in front of Carcassonne: The Computer Game for about an hour. By the time Kimberly said she was going to try and go to bed, about two hours after our normal bed time, I decided to give it a shot again. My brain had settled down by this point, and sleep was forthcoming.
Today I'm running a bit tired after two nights of so-so sleep, but am probably doing better than I was last week when I was sick (though I'm sure I'm still recovering).
Today is mainly catch-up day at work, wherein I resolve three days' worth of email, go grab the physical mail, catch up on the forums, and generally make sure I'm where I was on Friday, and that nothing is slipping through the cracks. THat should generally suit my level of wakefullness today, and hopefully tonight I'll get to sleep.
So, we ended up having a sleep over.
We grabbed three comforters and a sleeping bag and laid them out in the Living Room and then crashed there. I also hung a blanket over the main window, which has a fairly flimsy curtain on it. It was a fair enough compromise, especially since I didn't have work the next day.
Though, in retrospective, a hardwood floor isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, even with piles of comforters cushioning it. Kimberly said it was more comfortable than the couch, where she's done large amounts of sleeping this year, due to anxiety, and previously nausea, but I disagree.
The cats were also mightily upset by us sleeping in the middle of the floor. Every time I woke up during the night, Cobweb and Munchkin were staring at us from couches; Munchkin wouldn't even sit down, she just stood all night and stared. After I got up Sunday morning, she eventually hopped down, and from my office I kept hearing here yowl at Kimberly, to express her displeasure. (She eventually settled down to sleep on the bed of fabric.)
Sunday, Kimberly seemed a bit less depressed, and the day was better. I was tired, and so I didn't engage in all my grand plans. Instead I read and watched TV, for the most part. I partook of all of a comic from the 1980s called Strikeforce Morituri, a few more chapters of The Shadow of the Torturer and episodes of both Millennium (the end of season 1) and The West Wing (season 2).
I was a good consumer of media.
I actually did get a teeny bit of writing done on the Elf Book toward very late evening. Just 400 words, a quarter of one of the two Hero Bands I want to put in the book, but the intention was to get my foot back in that door, and I did.
We shopped in the evening, and we were on a particularly tight budget this week, but I partially made up for it by getting food that needs to be prepared rather than the usual sodium-drenched frozen dinners. I made up salad and the very classy Hamburger Helper lasagna last night, and tomorrow I'll probably cook up some pasta, and replenish the salad, if need be. Even if it was Hamburger Helper, it was nice having some food we prepared at home. Next time I make that, though, I'll need to remember to look for ground turkey instead of ground beef; I just wasn't thinking of it, because they don't call it Turkey Helper.
When bed time rolled around Kimberly again said that she didn't want to sleep, but I shrugged my shoulders and went to bed on my own this time. Unfortunately I was then beset by one of my relatively rare cases of true insomnia. I couldn't get a song out of my head from a particularly powerful episode of The West Wing that we'd just watched ("Noel") and my head kept going through all kinds of different numbers. I eventually got up, did some ad work for Skotos that had been bugging me, put on some music to cleanse my palette, and zoned out in front of Carcassonne: The Computer Game for about an hour. By the time Kimberly said she was going to try and go to bed, about two hours after our normal bed time, I decided to give it a shot again. My brain had settled down by this point, and sleep was forthcoming.
Today I'm running a bit tired after two nights of so-so sleep, but am probably doing better than I was last week when I was sick (though I'm sure I'm still recovering).
Today is mainly catch-up day at work, wherein I resolve three days' worth of email, go grab the physical mail, catch up on the forums, and generally make sure I'm where I was on Friday, and that nothing is slipping through the cracks. THat should generally suit my level of wakefullness today, and hopefully tonight I'll get to sleep.
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Insomnia
Date: 2005-04-25 10:26 pm (UTC)