Tag: Sleep

Sunrise… No

This one will get a little more personal than I’m used to getting. Don’t be scared or offended, okay? But if you are scared you can leave now (don’t, this is silly).

I actually set my alarm for quarter to 5am, fully intending to go get a pic of the sunrise over the ocean. When the alarm went off I hit snooze, of course. I said quietly to my wife, the beautiful Jennifer, will you be mad at me if I go to the beach? She said no. Will you be annoyed, I said. No, she said. Then she snuggled up against me. Aww. She said, I won’t be mad if you go, but wouldn’t you rather stay here all snuggly and comfy?

I shut off the alarm and stayed right where I was. Right where I belonged.

Scale and Sleep and Stuff

There were a number of reasons why I wanted to change what I eat. The main reason being that I felt like garbage all the time due to having to carry around my gigantic stomach. The other reasons included things like clothes not fitting right anymore, spending way too much money on junk food, fearing that when I sit in a chair it will be crushed beneath me. You know, the little things.

Another of those reasons was due to the digital scale in our bathroom no longer being able to read my weight. When I stepped on it the display would say ERR. In other words, you’re too fat for the scale you fat ass. I’m happy to say that after two weeks of no coca~cola, smaller lunches, no junk food breakfasts, and less snacking between meals, the scale gave me an actual number today. Granted it was an absurdly huge number, but a number. I feel happy about that little detail. Granted, hippopotamuses often feel happy too. I’m still a monstrous fat ass, but I’m enjoying my tiny little victory.

On a less successful note, another reason for changing my intake was that I had trouble sleeping through the night. Eliminating coca~cola from my diet would remove the vast majority of my caffeine intake. If I can cut back on chocolate too (so far so, sort of good) I could stop having caffeine all together. Well I haven’t had any caffeinated soda of any kind in over two weeks now, but I’m not seeing a lot of improvement in my sleeping. A little, maybe, but not that much. I still wake up 1-2 times a night for no apparent reason, and I never feel all that rested in the morning. I probably do feel better than I did a couple of weeks ago, but there has not been any major change. I wonder how long it takes caffeine to purge from your system? I wonder if my massive caffeine intake over the years would skew things so that it takes longer to purge. I wonder.

On the upside of things, the cold that cleaned my clock last week is about 95% gone. Jen is feeling better too, although it hit her much harder than it hit me (and it kicked my ass) and she still has a way to go before she’s all better.

On a non-health note, I put some new strings on one of my guitars yesterday during telecommute lunch and I did a little recording. Then immediately after work I did a little more recording. Then this morning before work I did a little more recording. New/old song in a couple of days? Seems likely. Maybe if I keep up the pre morning commute schedule there might be two new/old songs soon.

In the meantime though, Robert says no to caffeinated beverages. The goal is to have a decent beach body by 2033 (kidding). At this rate, anything is possible.

Game One: What Did I Do to Jinx It

I take full responsibility for the Bruins losing game one last night.  It is totally my fault.  I don’t know how it’s my fault, I wasn’t even in the same region of the continent, but I know it’s my fault.

I did something to jinx the whole works.  What was it?  I worked a screwy schedule yesterday.  Instead of 9-5:30, it was 6-2:30.  That could be it.  I also ate the last reeses peanut butter cup.  There’s a good chance that was the problem. 

I wore my black Bruins jersey.  Only for a little while though, as it doesn’t really fit anymore.  I’ve always had a weird feeling that shit was bad luck.  I think the Bruins often lose when I wear it.  That’s it!  No more black Bruins jersey on game days!  Be damned, acursed replica jersey!

There is a good chance that the jersey was the jinx, but there is one other thing that might have been the culprit… I fell asleep.

I can’t be blamed.  I’ve had a shit week.  An uber shit week.  I’ve barely slept at all.  Whenever I finally get to sleep something (I’m looking at you, cat) wakes me up.  What’s worse, I’ve been snoring like a chainsaw when I do fall asleep and that is keeping everyone else awake, so everyone is fried this week, thanks to me.

Anyway, I watched most of the first two periods, and then just before the 2nd intermission I went to my room with my iPad and one of the 10,000 or so CBS radio apps.  I made it a decent way into the third period when I decided that I could still listen to the game if I was lying down.  I wouldn’t fall asleep.  The score was still 2-1 but I wouldn’t fall asleep.

Next thing I know I am awake and the audio is off.  The app just stopped streaming.  I looked at the clock, midnight.  Damn.  I checked the score.  You know, to make sure the game ended at 2-1 Boston.  Urgh.  It said 3-3 in the second overtime.  Crap!  I just gave up, took the headphones off, and went to sleep.  I woke up again at about 1:30.  I checked the score.  Damn it!  Blackhawks 4, Bruins 3 in the third overtime.  Game over.

I know it was my fault.  I’m 80% sure it was that damned unlucky jersey… but it might have been my inability to stay awake. 

I’ll try to do better on Saturday, Bruins nation.  I will hold up my end!

Go Bruins!

Busy

I’m already tired.

It has begun.  That time of year when we go from being busy to being off the wall crazy busy.  Instead of just having to get the kids to and from piano and karate, we now have to get them to and from piano, karate, baseball, and softball, and unlike piano and karate they do not play baseball and softball together.  Tomorrow, they both have a game starting 30 minutes apart.  Monday, they both have games starting at the same time.  It’s madness!  It’s also fun.  Expect many updates on the status of baseball and softball games.  Who’s winning, who’s playing which positions in the field, who’s getting hits.  All that fun stuff.

Still, I’m tired.  I think allergies might be involved.  My step son is missing his second consecutive day of school with a fever.  Obviously that’s not allergy related, but I wonder if maybe he has a little allergy action adding to the misery.  We’re all tired and stuffy.  If that’s the price one pays for not freezing their ass off when they go out of the house, then it’s worth it.  I just wish I could breath and sleep a little better.

Let’s not forget that we’re less than a week away from more of this:
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Even though we are only a week removed from this:
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The Bruins play game two of their first round series with the Leafs tomorrow.  They spanked the Leafs hard in game one.  Let us hope that continues.

The Red Sox… kinda rule.  Who knew that all they needed to do to erase the horror of last season was trade their most expensive players and fire  schmucko the clown.  They have the most wins and the highest winning percentage in all of the majors.  Please please please please please let this not be a fluke.  Last year was so painful, I can’t take a collapse this year.  I just can’t.  World Series of Bust, babie!  (says the guy who was hoping for nothing more than a .500 season)

Sleepy

Is it true that your immune system does most of its heavy lifting while you are asleep?  Might that be why I have been so completely exhausted over the last couple of days?

I felt sleepy all day Saturday but for the most part I was okay.  Round about 10:00pm I was toast though.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  Last night I hit the wall at bout 7:30.  The four of us were all in the living room just hanging out together and I think I might have dozed off a couple of times.  That usually doesn’t happen.  I went to bed at 10:00 or so and was sound asleep by 10:30.  I woke up once in the night, briefly, at about 1:30 and then I was out again until the alarm went off at 5:00.  I know I hit the snooze a couple of times, but I don’t recall doing it five times.  However, I was up and out of bed at 5:50 after the fifth snooze.  I felt great.  I was wide awake and alert and loving it.

At 7:00 I was in the car with the kids, taking them to their Dad’s house before school.  At 7:20 I stopped at a gas station convenience store and picked up (ironically) a caffeine laden coca~cola.  I then started my long drive to work.

By the time I parked my car I was exhausted again.  Seven hours of good sleep gave me about 2.5 hours of full alertness.  Now I’m tired and groggy again.

Hopefully this is my body telling me to go to sleep so it can continue to kick the crap out of the eternally lingering illness.  I’m still coughing.  I’m still having bouts of stuffiness.  I’m still having bouts of runny nose.  I even had a killer headache yesterday.  I am ready for this crap to end, NOW.

Jen is still in the same boat.  She has the same symptoms she’s had for the last couple of week.  No change.

I want this to be over, right now.  I have been saying that for weeks though.

On Call Update #4

13 minutes left.

My phone did not ring since my last post.  I was able to sleep, all though not very well.  Being on call tends to make me nervous.  I usually fall asleep, but I end up waking up a number of times through the night.  At least I didn’t have to work through the night.  I am very thankful for that.

On a normal day I would have left for work half an hour ago.  Today I am supposed to be available until 8:30, so I have to go in to work late.  Makes sense.

I have the mini van today and the leaky tire is almost empty.  I have to go fill it before I do anything.  Maybe we should get one of those air compresser things that can fill a tire just in case there comes a day when we have a flat that we don’t expect.  Who knows.  They are probably way too expensive to be worth it though.

My laptop is in my room right now, connected to my work network, and still remoted to my desk.  The plan is to wait until exactly 8:30 and log off, then hit the gas station for some air, then get my fat ass to work late.

Eight minutes left.  I will be so grateful when this garbage is over.

Seven minutes left.