Right now, my phone is saying that it’s 521 in the morning. I have not fallen to sleep from last night yet. My insomnia hasn’t been this bad yet and I am a bit concerned.
I was able to schedule an appointment with my PCP. They just squeezed me in to get her to write me a script for a new power chair and while I am there, I will get bloodwork done and a weight. I will discuss with her my lack of sleep, and the fact that when my Mom gets me out of bed, I lose my breath as I sit up and that’s a little scary too.
I was talking to Sean tonight and he told me that he was talking with his coworker about waking up. He told me that he is an ‘early bird’ now, and he told me that he consistently wakes up at six in the morning for work every day. He then told me that he told his coworker, “My mom used to wake up at 4:30! I can’t even touch 4:30!”
That kind of embarrassed me and I told him, “I just needed more time in the morning to get up ready, and I had to do what I had to do in order to be to work on time.” Thinking about it now I think that it really was insane! I woke up so early because I needed more time to be able to function for the day.
I was just thinking about the fact that probably for the last five or six years that I was teaching, maybe longer, I worked in chronically ill clothes. There is a reason that I wear sweats because my body is so sensitive to any other materials. I wore chucks to school from my first day teaching, and probably in about 2012, I had to change from chucks to shell toes because I needed more support for my feet.
I am hearing birds chirping now, but I think I should try to get some sleep now.