I have chronic insomnia. It’s a pain, literally. I do everything I have read in articles. I avoid foods, I avoid caffeine, I quiet myself down, I turn off my computer a half hour before bed. I also do what brothers and sisters in the Lord have suggested. I pray. I thank God for everything I can think of, I quiet myself before the Lord.
Last night I went to bed before 11. Very early for me. I was determined to get a good night’s rest. I had done everything on my lists. I had my clothes ready for my first day at work this morning. I had my dinner planned for this evening. I had my lunch packed. I had forgotten nothing. I was just wanting to sleep.
So, off to bed I trot (well, at my age and weight, it’s more like plod). I lay there for a while. A long while. Hubby falls asleep immediately. The dog is snoring. The trains are loud and I think someone laid tracks through our back yard. The stupid owl starts hooting. I actually think the dog slipped out, opened the front door and invited the owl inside. I still lay there. At 4 a.m. hubby wakes up. He has had his sleep for the night and is ready to go. I growl. Five a.m. and finally I doze off. Six a.m. the alarms rings.
So, this is the start of my first day at my new job. Not one that I had planned for.
I made it to work. I managed to not doze off. I took lots of notes. I tried to remember everything I could. Tomorrow is another day. I just hope some sleep is involved between now and then.
Thanks for listening to me whine a bit today. DAF