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When my sister was teenage, she and some of her crew made a little comic about an explorer guy who kept finding the edge of the world, and falling off it. He was called Falling Off The Edge Guy, and that's how every one of the little comics ended. Every now and then I think of it, and now has been one of those times.
I have a new chair pad for my desk! The rollerblade wheels are excellent in general but bad on carpet. The new pad is glass, which feels hazardous on principle but is less likely to break than the plastic ones.
It does have a distinct edge.
I keep falling off this edge in my chair.
Everything was going fine last night until Yellface suddenly had an emergency around 4 am. She yelled and dug at our covers. Since the digging at covers is a new behavior for when she's on me, I wanted to check out what the emergency was. She led me to her dishes and looked up expectantly. I changed out her water (not what she wanted, clearly). I returned via the living room, where thanks to putting on my glasses I saw that she'd hairballed recently. Poor little meep.
Then I didn't manage to get back to sleep until after 7. I asked Belovedest to keep the roomba out of the room and pulled blankets over my eyes. Which is why it's nearly 3:30 and I haven't had breakfast yet. Something something something clean my clock.
I really should put together some kind of document with everything I know about sleep, since I've had to learn things. Now that I've thought about it for more than thirty seconds, the correct medium is probably a google doc, where I can make sections as topics occur to me. And for that sort of thing, I probably need a references section. Sounds like a project, but not one for tonight.
I'm hoping that if the Strattera is affecting my sleep, then if I don't take it if I wake up after a certain threshold, or if it's past a certain point when I take my breakfast pills, then maybe the sleep errors won't compound into having to reset my body the "fun" way. We'll see.
I finally did refill my bedtime pill boxes, only a day after I ran out.
New bullet journal page: a calendar visualizing the whole month with each little day square colored with stripes evocative of my mental state. Will I keep it up? Who knows. Blue is for contentment, happiness, and cheerful productivity. Grey is for tiredness and brain fog. Red has been pain. I put some of the upcoming events on there and it looks a little intimidating.
I have a new chair pad for my desk! The rollerblade wheels are excellent in general but bad on carpet. The new pad is glass, which feels hazardous on principle but is less likely to break than the plastic ones.
It does have a distinct edge.
I keep falling off this edge in my chair.
Everything was going fine last night until Yellface suddenly had an emergency around 4 am. She yelled and dug at our covers. Since the digging at covers is a new behavior for when she's on me, I wanted to check out what the emergency was. She led me to her dishes and looked up expectantly. I changed out her water (not what she wanted, clearly). I returned via the living room, where thanks to putting on my glasses I saw that she'd hairballed recently. Poor little meep.
Then I didn't manage to get back to sleep until after 7. I asked Belovedest to keep the roomba out of the room and pulled blankets over my eyes. Which is why it's nearly 3:30 and I haven't had breakfast yet. Something something something clean my clock.
I really should put together some kind of document with everything I know about sleep, since I've had to learn things. Now that I've thought about it for more than thirty seconds, the correct medium is probably a google doc, where I can make sections as topics occur to me. And for that sort of thing, I probably need a references section. Sounds like a project, but not one for tonight.
I'm hoping that if the Strattera is affecting my sleep, then if I don't take it if I wake up after a certain threshold, or if it's past a certain point when I take my breakfast pills, then maybe the sleep errors won't compound into having to reset my body the "fun" way. We'll see.
I finally did refill my bedtime pill boxes, only a day after I ran out.
New bullet journal page: a calendar visualizing the whole month with each little day square colored with stripes evocative of my mental state. Will I keep it up? Who knows. Blue is for contentment, happiness, and cheerful productivity. Grey is for tiredness and brain fog. Red has been pain. I put some of the upcoming events on there and it looks a little intimidating.
