I’m tired. So tired that I am finding it impossible to sleep. And once I finally manage to fall asleep, my legs start up their happy dancing and jerking and I startle awake again………
It’s so much fun getting older.
I know 98% of this “tired” crap is a the release of the extreme stress of the past 3 weeks…or is it 4 weeks? I no longer remember.
From George’s initial doctors office visit and “not feeling quite up to par’ to the cardiac testing, then emergency transfer to another city and a heart hospital to being told “you might want to say goodbye to him”…….then the extreme stresses of hanging out in the hospital, seeing the surgery, wondering if my hubby was going to wake up……………then starting rehab, more doctor’s visits, then his resignation from the job he absolutely loved.
No wonder I am not sleeping.
I realized that with the resignation from his job comes a loss of medical insurance for him…………yet another high stressor for me (the queen of our household’s finances).
The “high” of knowing he is fine has now officially blown itself out and the drudgery of finding Peter (to steal money from him) and hoping Paul never appears has begun. Yea me.
I find myself tearing up at inopportune times now………..for no danged reason at all. And it is really beginning to annoy the tar outta me.
I really and truly do NOT need to cry when opening junk mail…nor do I need to cry while looking in the refrigerator for sandwich meats.
As all things though, this too shall pass.
I just wish there was an enema or other exudation that would free me of this damned enervation……….
okaay, I just amused myself with my own profundity……..off to bed. to sleep…perchance to dream
(yea I know..I went from whinging on and on to Shakespeare………Yes, I am that good)