Recovering

Today is Monday. On Saturday, I probably know I did too much. Sunday I was tired and lay down for two hours in the afternoon. Last night I slept for 12 hours. I will attempt to pretend to be normal today but who knows how I will feel.

One of the many wondrous things about me and my health is that even if I do something bad (meaning over doing things) one day, it doesn't mean I can recover in one day. Its often a couple of days to recover.

I have plans for today and hope to make it through them. Especially since my 88 year old mother will be with us and I should think I have more energy than her. Life isn't fair sometimes.

Falling Asleep On The Sofa

I hate it when I fall asleep on the sofa. Usually it means I will wake up at 3 am and crawl into bed where I can't get back to sleep and end up exhausted the next day.

Last night, I was so tired after dinner, that I evidently fell asleep on the sofa watching TV with my husband. I don't remember that. I do remember being tired while I watched TV and waking up in bed. This morning I got to play the game of  'where are my glasses' (they were on the coffee table).

I get extra points because apparently when I basically sleep walked to bed, I remembered to take all my pills and I slept all night. That was about 10 hours of very needed sleep.

Sleep is a restorative and even more important with any ailments. I have a big trip planned for this afternoon where I will be gone for about six hours and driving for two of them. I needed the sleep so I could manage the trip.

And tonight, my goal is to get another 10 hours of sleep. But I'll have to hope I don't fall asleep on the sofa again. Maybe I'll watch TV in bed.

Bedtime

I was never the child who wanted to stay up late (unless is was the annual Miss America Pageant - don't ask, we thought it was awesome). I was happy to go home and go to bed by 9 o'clock. In college, I would stay up late, but would nap often. Also, I was so busy studying (beer) that I would not notice how late it got. Maybe I was sleep deprived for four years.

When I met my husband, I was very concerned about his sleep habits, among other things. If I married someone who wanted to stay up until midnight every night, it would not be a good relationship. I happily discovered that he is an early to bed person as well.

Now, as my body has continued to fall apart, I have problems staying up until 9pm... I used to try to stay up until sundown.... But that doesn't work.

RA causes fatigue. Fibromyalgia causes fatigue. Pain causes fatigue. Fatigue causes fatigue. Last night I was in bed at 730pm and didn't wake up until 6am. That was a whopping 10.5 hours of sleep. I needed it.

Tonight my bedtime will be around 830 probably.... but I will not put money on that.