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Sleepwalking...
Sunday, April 20th, 2008 09:54 amYesterday was a very strange day for me in a lot of ways.
I stopped taking the Muscle Relaxant Disguised As A Stimulant From Hell on Friday morning, because after a talk with the pharmacist, and the doctor, we figured my bizarre body chemistry was mixing things up, and since I wasn't in excruciating pain any more, there was no further need for it.
It took until about 8:30 Friday night for the effects to finally wear off. And when I crashed, I crashed HARD. I remember taking a shower to relax my back muscles, and I remember being irritated with my kids and grabbing my iPod to go sulk in the living room. What I WANTED to do was go to bed, but everyone had decided to be all social and let's jump in the bed, and THO wanted to watch really loud, really obnoxious music videos on YouTube (the computer is in our bedroom) and it was all too much. So I went into the only quiet room in the house, popped in the earbuds and curled in a little ball on the couch to zone out to L'Arc-En-Ciel. And... that's the last thing I remember, really. "Neo Universe" fading out and then waking up to the Impossible Son climbing over me, and complaining it was cold as he slipped under the blankets of the bed. THO says he put the kids to bed, then came and got me, and I did all my usual things, washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc. and even turning off the computer before climbing groggily into the bed, and that I complained a lot, though he's not sure what about, since I apparently wasn't very coherent.
I thought that would be the end of it, except... we had soccer yesterday. Mr. Impossible had a game, and while I managed to prowl the sidelines as usual, camera in hand, I just... wasn't up to my usual snuff. And when we got home... I was WIPED!!! I gave a half-hearted effort at cleaning the dining room while THO worked in the kitchen (our garbage disposal is plugged up in a way that I can't fix it, so we're calling a plumber on Monday) and have no memory, again, of going into our room and falling face-first into the bed. I woke up three hours later. And I'm still somewhat groggy. Thank goodness, I finish the steroid tomorrow. And for those who were asking, the muscle relaxant (HA!!) is called "Skelaxin." What can I say, I have bizarre body chemistry that gives me weird reactions to all kinds of medications!
Today, I wanna be outside, and out of the house, and BUSY!! NO MORE SLEEPING!!!
And thank you, everyone, for your kind words about "Epiphany." I was really nervous about posting it!
Hopefully, I will have the next chapter of "Extraordinary Girl" finished by next weekend and posted at my insanejournal auntiewrites soon after. We will see what we will see!
I stopped taking the Muscle Relaxant Disguised As A Stimulant From Hell on Friday morning, because after a talk with the pharmacist, and the doctor, we figured my bizarre body chemistry was mixing things up, and since I wasn't in excruciating pain any more, there was no further need for it.
It took until about 8:30 Friday night for the effects to finally wear off. And when I crashed, I crashed HARD. I remember taking a shower to relax my back muscles, and I remember being irritated with my kids and grabbing my iPod to go sulk in the living room. What I WANTED to do was go to bed, but everyone had decided to be all social and let's jump in the bed, and THO wanted to watch really loud, really obnoxious music videos on YouTube (the computer is in our bedroom) and it was all too much. So I went into the only quiet room in the house, popped in the earbuds and curled in a little ball on the couch to zone out to L'Arc-En-Ciel. And... that's the last thing I remember, really. "Neo Universe" fading out and then waking up to the Impossible Son climbing over me, and complaining it was cold as he slipped under the blankets of the bed. THO says he put the kids to bed, then came and got me, and I did all my usual things, washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc. and even turning off the computer before climbing groggily into the bed, and that I complained a lot, though he's not sure what about, since I apparently wasn't very coherent.
I thought that would be the end of it, except... we had soccer yesterday. Mr. Impossible had a game, and while I managed to prowl the sidelines as usual, camera in hand, I just... wasn't up to my usual snuff. And when we got home... I was WIPED!!! I gave a half-hearted effort at cleaning the dining room while THO worked in the kitchen (our garbage disposal is plugged up in a way that I can't fix it, so we're calling a plumber on Monday) and have no memory, again, of going into our room and falling face-first into the bed. I woke up three hours later. And I'm still somewhat groggy. Thank goodness, I finish the steroid tomorrow. And for those who were asking, the muscle relaxant (HA!!) is called "Skelaxin." What can I say, I have bizarre body chemistry that gives me weird reactions to all kinds of medications!
Today, I wanna be outside, and out of the house, and BUSY!! NO MORE SLEEPING!!!
And thank you, everyone, for your kind words about "Epiphany." I was really nervous about posting it!
Hopefully, I will have the next chapter of "Extraordinary Girl" finished by next weekend and posted at my insanejournal auntiewrites soon after. We will see what we will see!
