I Can’t Sleep!!

     Today’s host for Blogfest 2012 is Susan at Today’s Working Woman.  The writing prompt for today is “When was the last time you couldn’t sleep and why?  What was the reason for not sleeping?  What did you do to overcome it?”

      I woke this morning in the center of the night having to pee.  The dogs followed me and sat with eyes glued on me as I went.  It is a good thing I have no problem going with an audience.  I ambled through the rest of the house turning on a light here then there to let the dogs out.  Anxious for the prompt for the day, I fired up my computer only to discover I had no internet connection.  “What the hell! Did I not pay the bill?”  I racked my brain.  It was surely possible.  I let the dogs back in with the cold wind whistling up my night gown.  A call to Comcast reveals there is a service outage in my area.  Well that is just lovely!!

       It is 4:19 in the morning and now thanks to cold breezes whistling up my parts I am wide awake with no internet.  Not a great way to start the day.  I hope they fix whatever is screwing up the works as soon as possible.  My brain tells me I still have a couple more hours to sleep, but here I am.  I decide to write my post so that when my internet is restored I can post it.  Seems like a good idea since I can’t sleep anyways.  Subconsciously I wonder if the theme for the day has jinxed me since it is all about insomnia.  What are the odds?  

        On the upside, I don’t have a migraine.  I am simply awake.  I can still remember the g0d awful headaches that woke me nightly for months.  Thinking they had to be migraines I would pop a pill prescribed for just that purpose and take my weary butt back to bed.  Since I have been diagnosed with hypertension and prescribed pills to force ,my blood pressure down to near normal range, I can happily say I haven’t had a mind blowing headache since.  The headaches were exchanged for chest pains.  The doctor increased my dosage not long ago, and thankfully even the chest pains are few and far between as long as I take those magic little pills on time.  It is a bitch getting old.  For what it is worth, I am following the microscopic diet the doctor gave me to a tee and hopefully getting smaller all around.  I don’t even bother weighing myself because I know that when I go back to the doctor only his scale will matter anyways.  That stupid scale always weighs on the heavy side.  Why be depressed that all this healthy food I am stuffing my face with is actually not helping if I don’t have too?  Better to prolong the inevitable for as long as I can!!

         A lot of times when I find I can not sleep it would seem to be because I am worried.  Maybe my kids are sick or the bills need paid and I have no clue whether there will be money to cover it.  Whatever the case the end result is ALWAYS the same, I am wide awake in the middle of the night wondering WHY. When I don’t write, I read, and sometimes that helps.  When my soul is especially troubled I will pull out my Bible, read some passages, and have a little chat with Je$us.  It can’t hurt and it usually calms my worries down to a dull roar so I can sleep.  

      If I wasn’t on this crazy diet, I would raid the refrigerator.  I still could.  No one would ever know, except me.  Damn it to hell that is the problem.  I would know and then guilt would overwhelm me that straying from my prescribed course would result in a heart attack or worse certain death.  A little dramatic perhaps, but not far from the mark considering the dire wake up call the doctor issued on my last visit when the EKG showed my arteries were already starting to clog.  I can not check out yet because I have signed up to blog the month away with NaBloPoMo and BlogFest 2012.  Besides, my kids would be screwed with no where to go and no one to watch them.  I have to reverse the effects of my gluttony.  Goodbye potatoes and corn!!!  Goodbye crackers and cheese!!   Parting is such sweet sorrow! 
  

        Amazing how much a person can ramble on at the butt crack of dawn when normal people are sleeping.  I wish Nickelback would beam into my room and sing me a lullaby.  Well that wouldn’t work because then I would be entirely too excited to sleep.    Hot damn!!  Set off flares and firecrackers and serve pink lemonade!!  My internet is restored!  Thank G0d and sunny Je$us that I can now post this little rambling of insomnia right on time for today’s challenge.  I yawn long and deep.  Writing this bit of nonsense seems to have done the trick.  I am off to bed for a couple more precious hours of blissful sleep until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.