I was tired when I got home at 4.
I was tired when I laid down on the couch for a nap at 4:30
I was tired when I woke up at 6; cold too.
I was tired when I ate cheese, bread, wine and ice cream for supper.
I was tired when I went to bed at 8.

Cool, hot, cool

Busy day yesterday; left the OR at 1715.  Thankful that I'd cooked enough the night before to have left-overs ready for the microwave.  Otherwise it would have been a crackers and cheese supper.

The weather took a return to winter temps, i.e. mid thirties to mid forties.  Surprisingly the temps in my apartment have stayed down in the mid sixty range where I have the thermostat set.  This is odd enough to make me think that the management might have turned of the boilers.  To test my assumption, I turned the thermostat up to 67.  The temperature in the apt. was 65, exactly where I had the thermostat set.

I was in bed at 1955, with the knowledge that an early morning start in Geneseo would be better served if I got 8 hours, or there-abouts sleep.

At 2300, when my first awakening came about, I felt warmer than is comfortable for me and so got up and checked the thermostat; 77.  Hmmm.  Got a drink of water and turned on the overhead fan in the bed room and slipped back into slumber land.  At 0200, I was sweltering.  Got up, checked; 81.

Well I guess that answers the question of whether or not the boilers were off.  I opened the sliding door to the deck and the bedroom windows, turned on the floor fan in the living room and drew in some of the 33 degree outside air.  I went back to bed and in no time felt the need to cover up, and miraculously, fell back to sleep 'til 0400 when my alarm woke me.

The same different story

I felt compelled to get to the gym this week since I'd slacked off for 2 days.  Resorted to my old admonition; just go to the gym, get on tread mill and go slow for a few minutes.  It usually works and yesterday was no different.  I followed my on-line trainer's prescription and ran 5 miles on the treadmill.  But the surprise was running at the 9:1 run/walk pace suggested.  Legs were tired but the surge of mental satisfaction was reward enough.

When I returned to the apartment the couch called me again, but it was still early and I was awake just before 5 pm and went straight to the kitchen to prepare a descent supper; salmon fillet, sweet potato, and broccoli.  One, yes only one 7 oz. glass of wine and 1 glass of water.

I felt alert and satisfied so I took up the book I'm reading and read for a couple hours and at 8 o'clock when I should be fighting off the sandman I was wide awake with no sense of sleepiness.  So I picked up a different book and read for another hour,  It's now nine o'clock and I'm worried that I'll get insufficient sleep if I stay up much longer.  I did feel that I might be able to find slumber if I went to bed and , sure enough, sleep came as quickly as ever once I lay my head upon the pillow.

As is easily predicted; I was totally awake at 0324.  6  1/2 hours.  We'll see, but I'm think a nap is in my future.

Let's try this again, and again

Sleep, sometimes elusive, comes upon me like an avalanche; it's 4 pm.  I take to the couch and pull a blanket over me and, instantly, oblivion overtakes me.

6 pm, I'm awake, fully awake, but bloggy (foggy and bleary eyed,) and take 5 minutes to gather my wits.

8pm, wined, fed, and read, now to bed.  Again the fingers of Morpheus touch my eyelids and I am embraced by Hypnos.

12 midnight.  Alert, refreshed, released from restful, dream filled slumber; better get up, no sense laying here with wandering thoughts of dismay.

A glass of water,  a bidet stop and a 15 minutes break.  Perhaps, perhaps.... okay, let's try; back under the sheets and, wondrously, asleep 'til a 4 am alarm jolts me to consciousness from a dream.

A lucky Day for sure.

reassuring fitful sleep

Slept well?  Well, not really, if you define "well" as sleeping for 7 - 8 un-interrupted hours.  But, well, as in a return to normal sleep pattern after recovering from an over indulgence in wine on Saturday night last that adversely affected my sleep for two nights.

I was physically and mentally tired yesterday after work and found the couch quite comfortable for a couple hours.  Of course when I went to bed at 1930, sleep was elusive.  Was awake, still, at 2000 but not at 2030 so must have found my way to dreamless dreamland in between those times.  Awake at 0215, stayed in bed, awake, 'til 0315.  Enough! get up and do something.

Unfortunately, I was also inclined to skip yesterday's workout for lack of energy or mental drive.  I'll make today more productive on all fronts.

a 48 hour hangover

Birthday party Saturday night..
Imbibed excessive amount of red wine.

Inebriated...


water bed temp elevated earlier
To assess thermostat.

Awaken at 0200
sweating, heart pounding.

Move to couch in living room;
Sleep fitfully.
"Awaken" at 0650,
Hungover.

Slow recovery,
But uneventful 3 1/2 hour thruway drive.

A beer, cigar, good book
     "shower, shave."
Then bed.  7 1/2 hours sleep
awakened by alarm at 0400.

Dream: major level one trauma center
New job, Marty Visintainer Chief Nurse anesthetist.

Feeling punkie, un-motivated.

Note once again: limit alcohol consumption!!!

Road trip Fridays

Worked later than usual in the OR yesterday, (add on cases pushed two rooms over) and got to the apartment at 1630. and as easily predicted, was tired.  Too tired, unfortunately to go to the gym and do an hour on the elliptical.

Because Fridays mean a drive home to Morristown, if perchance I finish work early, say before 1400, I try to minimize my chance of fatigue for said drive.  So, I pulled some almost expired egg rolls out of the freezer and heated them in the oven for supper, at 1700, and washed them down with a 7 oz. of merlot.  At 1845 I was too tired to do anything but sleep, and by 1900 was cutting ZZZs.  As usual I awakened at 2230 but not so awake that I didn't drift back to a reasonable slumber.  By 0300 I was wide awake, but satisfied that I could claim 8 hours of restful sleep.

Dreams?  Not often that I have any recall of dreaming.  Last night I remember I dreamed, but not the specifics, (I waited too long to write it down after awakening) but Tom Hutchinson was the main character in the last scene I recall.  (Tom is a childhood chum I haven't had contact with since high school graduation,)

The schedule for today, when I left yesterday, was lite, but that changes with each tick of the clock, so this morning it may look quite different.  Fingers crossed that we finish early today.  If not, it'll be a 0300 A M. drive home tomorrow.