I have had the worst insomnia lately. I don’t know what the deal is. I lay awake, totally exhausted and ready to die, but my eyes betray me and snap open and there I lay, till 1, till 2, looking at the ceiling and thinking about nothing and everything.
I suppose this will bode well for me this weekend, this whole no sleeping thing, but for now, it stinks. Because I’m the zombie. Although I’m awake, I’m useless. I thought I would try to continue the Africa recaps for you but 1. I’m in St. Louis tonight and I left all my pictures at home, and 2. I started to write something but in my awake yet incoherent state it came out kind of like this:
I sure did like them chimps.
And that was as far as I got. But we have the assassination! And the hippos! And the flying the plane in the Serengeti! And the marauding elephants! And the leopards! And Graeme the disgruntled disillusioned imprisoned Scottish balloon pilot! So much to write and me so utterly useless. I was sure I had 4 or 5 other things I was supposed to be writing about this week but all I can think is “Oh man, I’m so tired. So, so tired. And my carcass will not drift off to sleep despite my best attempts.”
Normally, in these situations I have a plan. I have Brody. And when all else fails, I lay down on my dog, because nothing encourages rest and relaxation like laying on a Golden retriever, who will sit silent and perfectly still letting your head rise and fall on his chest all day. Usually that does the trick, and if not I still feel better for having buried my hands in Golden fur for an hour or so. But I couldn’t bring Brody to Missouri, so the best I can manage to snuggle with is the hotel bathrobe.
The worst part about it is, if I can’t figure out what I’m stressed about- things are going along just fine- then the fact that I can’t figure out what I’m stressing about, stresses me out and then I get more worked up and more awake than ever. And then it’s 6 am and the cat is drooling in my face begging for food.
Other than mind-altering approaches like alcohol, benadryl and/or Ambien, anyone have any good suggestions for getting rid of the insomnia? I’m beginning to wonder if it really is my subconscious warning me of the impending zombie attacks and trying to keep me awake. The very fact that my mind is going there has me concerned this sleep deprivation is really getting to me.