Foiled Again

I've vaguely mentioned that I've been having some health issues recently. Health issues for which I'm on several medications, most of which claim to come along with a lovely dash of sedation on the side, esoecially in combination with each other. And since not being able to sleep for reasons related to these issues has been a concerning & problematic complication, my doctor after seeing the results of his own trial & error followed by some medication hmmmm, how shall I put this? Let's call them missteps for now at the crappy ER he ended up sending me to for an allergic reaction to another of the long list of medications I am now allergic to, or so sensitive to and have such severe, debilitating side effects from that my doctor classifies them as allergies to be safe.

So Anyway, for about a month now we've had a pretty decent cocktail going of a few supplements, good old fashioned Benadryl, and some others I'm totally not telling because I've had enough creepy google searches reaching my blog lately, thank you very much.

So what I really want to know is why, after I finally got used to getting some fairly regular sleep for the last month or so, or something resembling sleep at least, am I now suddenly back to starting the night off with maybe 90 minutes of sleep, waking up groggy, exhausted, starving and disoriented, with eyelids of lead, wanting nothing more than a good night's sleep? (Oh alright, and also a warm batch of fresh brownies!)

Here's the real bitch of it all though: when you wake up groggy, exhausted, disoriented, and still medicated yet unable to get back to sleep, you tend to be pretty grouchy. Especially when it seems like it has been forever since you've had any real sleep at all. So grouchy, in fact, nobody will want to make you any brownies. Or hear about how completely fucking exhausted you are. Shocking, I know. And by the third night, when you decide to just get up and make the brownies yourself already? You'll open your fridge to discover that you're out of eggs anyway.

So instead you'll make a cup of hot cocoa because at least it is chocolatey, watch whatever semi-decent movie you can find on tv and old Almost Live reruns while you wait for the extra dose of pills you took to kick in, and hope tomorrow will be better.

You will also publish this post with minimal proofreading, so that should be extra entertaining/mortifying tomorrow when you stumble across this post you barely remember writing. Have fun with that.