fuzzy eyelids
Jul. 8th, 2020 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I think I’m suffering mildly from seasonal allergies, which is like… well I’ve been in denial about allergies for several years now and now while everyone’s quarantining and on edge about the Virus it’s just sort of reminding me, no it can’t be a summer cold because I have been exposed to zero germs lately, so like. Anyway.
That’s not the reason my eyelids won’t stay open though, it’s because I absolutely bullied myself into staying up until after 9pm last night despite being exhausted, because I know from bitter past experience that if I just conk out at 8 I will wake up at 2am and be up for the day. Which is Not Good.
So I passed tf out at 9:15 or so.
I woke up some time when it wasn’t yet light but I thought, well probably it’s like 4:30, 5, no problem. I lay there a while, rolling around– my hip was really bothering me, and I was worried I’d be lame today, and it’s never good to have to limp on a busy day, so I was pondering that. Finally I rolled over and woke up my computer and checked the time. (There’s no clock in the guestroom.)
2:45 am. It was two forty fucking five. What the fuck.
Well, but I was wide awake, so I read an assortment of fanfiction. About 4:45 I finally made myself try to sleep some more.
It didn’t… really work? But it was worth a shot. I rolled around some more– here’s the thing. The mattress in my sister’s guest room is what she considers a perfect mattress. It is slightly less firm than a sheet of plywood, but only slightly. What this does to me is that if I sleep on my side, which I prefer and instinctively seek out, my hypermobile shoulder and hip both slide out of their sockets, since they cannot press into the extremely firm mattress. This was fine for most of my life but now that I am forty, my joints have decided that they don’t actually like being subluxed for hours, and will punish me for it later.
So I have to wake up and remember to roll myself over. I can still sleep on my right side, but prefer my left, so as I get comfortable I’ll roll over left and sublux both joints again. So I have to either prop myself so I stay on my right side, or try to find a substitute position to be in… Anyway, it’s dumb to get old but beats the alternative, and also, I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again.
As it happens, despite my having been in terrible distress with it at three in the morning, my hip is actually fine today, and I can walk without a problem.
Which is good because I need to be good and actually functional today, because while chicken slaughter went great yesterday, we’re doing more of it today– we’re custom-processing a small run for another producer as a favor, and it’s only like two dozen lil chickens and the crew’s busy because Wednesday is vegetable harvest day, so like.
I gotta get myself together and go set up for that, though.
I think I’m suffering mildly from seasonal allergies, which is like… well I’ve been in denial about allergies for several years now and now while everyone’s quarantining and on edge about the Virus it’s just sort of reminding me, no it can’t be a summer cold because I have been exposed to zero germs lately, so like. Anyway.
That’s not the reason my eyelids won’t stay open though, it’s because I absolutely bullied myself into staying up until after 9pm last night despite being exhausted, because I know from bitter past experience that if I just conk out at 8 I will wake up at 2am and be up for the day. Which is Not Good.
So I passed tf out at 9:15 or so.
I woke up some time when it wasn’t yet light but I thought, well probably it’s like 4:30, 5, no problem. I lay there a while, rolling around– my hip was really bothering me, and I was worried I’d be lame today, and it’s never good to have to limp on a busy day, so I was pondering that. Finally I rolled over and woke up my computer and checked the time. (There’s no clock in the guestroom.)
2:45 am. It was two forty fucking five. What the fuck.
Well, but I was wide awake, so I read an assortment of fanfiction. About 4:45 I finally made myself try to sleep some more.
It didn’t… really work? But it was worth a shot. I rolled around some more– here’s the thing. The mattress in my sister’s guest room is what she considers a perfect mattress. It is slightly less firm than a sheet of plywood, but only slightly. What this does to me is that if I sleep on my side, which I prefer and instinctively seek out, my hypermobile shoulder and hip both slide out of their sockets, since they cannot press into the extremely firm mattress. This was fine for most of my life but now that I am forty, my joints have decided that they don’t actually like being subluxed for hours, and will punish me for it later.
So I have to wake up and remember to roll myself over. I can still sleep on my right side, but prefer my left, so as I get comfortable I’ll roll over left and sublux both joints again. So I have to either prop myself so I stay on my right side, or try to find a substitute position to be in… Anyway, it’s dumb to get old but beats the alternative, and also, I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again.
As it happens, despite my having been in terrible distress with it at three in the morning, my hip is actually fine today, and I can walk without a problem.
Which is good because I need to be good and actually functional today, because while chicken slaughter went great yesterday, we’re doing more of it today– we’re custom-processing a small run for another producer as a favor, and it’s only like two dozen lil chickens and the crew’s busy because Wednesday is vegetable harvest day, so like.
I gotta get myself together and go set up for that, though.
