Sleepless Nights

This is a return to a previous topic I posted a couple of months ago. My insomnia is back... It is like an old friend I never missed. All this week I haven't been able to sleep, and I've gotten about 5 hours of sleep/night (Thanks finally to Tylenol PM). Now I am dwelling on the fact that I HATE lying awake at night alone, and I feel anxious,irritable, blah,blah, blah. I don't know what the trigger was that caused this lack of sleep. Sunday night I slept fine, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I was miserable. I've learned my mother and grandmother both have chronic insomnia as well. For me it is FEAR inducing. The thought of not being able to sleep makes my heart race, my chest constrict, and I feel terrified that I'll be awake the rest of my life. I am about to nod off, and then I think about it, and the paranoia returns. I know these are completely irrational thoughts,but they harken back to my earlier battle with insomnia in my teens. So today I tried to devise a plan of action. I will try to follow all the tips to establish good sleep habits, and if that fails I've made an appointment to see a doctor to try to get a prescription...

Wish me luck!

whine,whine,whine

I've had some whiny posts lately, and I don't want this great readershiop o'mine to think that the general tenor of my life is that of "an angry housewife eating bon-bons" (That is the real title of a book by the way; my mother in law is reading it and I thought the title hilarious.)crossed with the stressed career woman in "I don't Know how she does it" (another funny book.) Life is pretty great too. For example: today I went out to lunch with the first boss I ever had. At the time I worked for her I thought she was belittling, overbearing, and obnoxious. Turns out that when I'm not working for her, she is pretty cool and we had a very great conversation and they were giving away free cookies at Firehook.

Yum.

End of Summer blues

I've got the end of summer blues and I don't even like summer that much. Heat, humidity, shorts that still don't quite fit on my new post-Faith body... I'm eagerly awaiting the cool crisp days of fall. But strangely I've got the end of summer blues. I think it's because I started all these new things at once; school, new job, new routine, blah, blah, blah. I feel rushed, frazzeled and cramped. I want to buy a house, or better yet, a ranch. I'm yearning for that feeling I got when I was in elementary school when I was on summer vacation. Picking rasberries by myself all day long, exploring every knoll and pathway, reading Beverly Cleary with the light on until midnight How carefree!!!

How can I capture that now?