These past two nights have been brutal. I became so delirious a moment ago that I said in an email to my cousin, “I couldn’t sleep and decided that it my insomnia would be satiated by some blogging.” Aren’t I supposed to be less clever with my words the longer I go without sleep? Wednesday night I lay in bed until sleep claimed me. I have no idea when that actually occurred as it felt like I’d been watching the clock for hours. Thursday night I decided that now, in the wee hours of Friday I’d put my racing mind to some good use.
After I’d finished up with my courses in December I’d stated how much I looked forward to blogging more. However, with the chaos of the holiday season and with surgery, I spent most of my online time working. A bit of a pity now I suppose. Throughout the past two days I’ve had a series of panic attacks. At least, that’s what I’m calling them. My body hasn’t gone through this in years. The last time I physically felt this way was when my now-husband and I broke up and he moved out for a few months. However, this time is even worse. My job was my life for over 12 years. And although I am not shedding tears for it or losing sleep over walking away from it, my body is telling me it’s all too much to handle. I am supposed to be recovering from a much-needed hysterectomy, a procedure which has left me exhausted for weeks, still bleeding, and unable to resume my regular activities. But here I am worrying about whether or not my entire body is going to quit. Continue reading “The Cure for Insomnia”