UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015
Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.
So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.
Sleep deprivation won’t kill you, but hypocrondia will Oct 04, 2005
This morning, very early in the single digits of the day, I woke up to pee. No biggie. Except that when I got up, I was so dizzy I couldn’t walk. I thought it would go away shortly. I thought I’d be ok after a few minutes. Only I wasn’t. It lasted an hour. Yes, I was up for an hour at 2am. When I did finally go back to sleep, I had horrible dreams. I woke up convinced I had some terrible disease. I said to myself, “LB will never remember her mom.” I actually thought this, people. Don’t run away screaming freak just yet. There’s more.
So as I lay there, awake again, I think of all the things my dizziness could be. Is it vertigo? Is it a virus? Is it MS? Damn all those sugar free coffee syrups. Stupid lo calorie option. Oy. My brain hurts. I’m storing splenda in my brain! My brain is going to eat itself from the artificial rat-killing sweetener! OH MY GOD.
Obviously I was escalating to panic. So when I started to breathe shallow and my right arm started to tingle? Oh, naturally, I decided I was having a heart attack. Did I bother to wake my sleeping husband laying next to me as I counted down the minutes to my death? Nah. I had enough sense left in me to realize I was causing myself to have panic attack symptoms and to just shut up and go to sleep already because I’m probably just dehydrated (my pee did look a bit yellow) and something silly like that.
I woke up with a sore throat and dizzy dizzy. Since walking to the kitchen was like an obstacle course, Mr. Flinger took LB to her babysitters and I got to take a nap. The sick nap is not the same as a well nap, though. The sick nap is full of strange dreams and tossing and turning and worry. But hey, at least I got to work from home today. Oy. I’m a bad employee. Week two and I’m home? Well, if being a hypochondriac doesn’t kill me off, then my boss will.