What Dreams May Ugh
Dec. 14th, 2006 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doc_destructoOkay, subconscious. Seriously. What the hell?
Wednesday morning, I'm waking up at 6:30am so I can prep Little Dude's pre-school clothes and finish his newsbook drawing. Nothing major, I do this every morning regardless of whether I sleep or not. Only I wake up with a splitting headache, almost as bad as the killer migraine from when I was 18 (which is the only pain I've ever experienced to wake my ass up out of a dead sleep).
Or so I think.
Turns out, I wake up again, this time with the alarm beeping and no headache. Bleary red numbers tell me it's 6:30am. For a minute or two after I slap the alarm off, I sit in bed and check to make sure I'm not going to need to take some Excedrin. Nada. So I continue with my regularly scheduled prep work. Once kiddo andne_today are on their way out the door, I clean up the kitchen, take out the garbage, yada yada. Just my chores before I try to get some shut-eye and resync up with my night shift cycle. I work an oh-so enviable 6pm - 6am shift every couple days (with alternating Fri-Sun's off) and this time it's Wednesday and Thursday. I'm in bed by 10:30am and all is well. That is, until I wake up around 3pm with a really scratchy throat, dry and painful sinuses and what I suspect might be a fever.
Or so I think.
4pm rolls around and with it my alarm clock. I sit up expecting low-grade torture only to find nothing's wrong. Only I have no way of knowing, because this is the second time that day that I've thought I was ill. I spend the next 20 minutes in what could probably equate to the lamest acid trip ever. I feel okay, but my brain somehow insists that I can't be.
And that's how my day started.
Wednesday morning, I'm waking up at 6:30am so I can prep Little Dude's pre-school clothes and finish his newsbook drawing. Nothing major, I do this every morning regardless of whether I sleep or not. Only I wake up with a splitting headache, almost as bad as the killer migraine from when I was 18 (which is the only pain I've ever experienced to wake my ass up out of a dead sleep).
Or so I think.
Turns out, I wake up again, this time with the alarm beeping and no headache. Bleary red numbers tell me it's 6:30am. For a minute or two after I slap the alarm off, I sit in bed and check to make sure I'm not going to need to take some Excedrin. Nada. So I continue with my regularly scheduled prep work. Once kiddo and
ne_today are on their way out the door, I clean up the kitchen, take out the garbage, yada yada. Just my chores before I try to get some shut-eye and resync up with my night shift cycle. I work an oh-so enviable 6pm - 6am shift every couple days (with alternating Fri-Sun's off) and this time it's Wednesday and Thursday. I'm in bed by 10:30am and all is well. That is, until I wake up around 3pm with a really scratchy throat, dry and painful sinuses and what I suspect might be a fever.Or so I think.
4pm rolls around and with it my alarm clock. I sit up expecting low-grade torture only to find nothing's wrong. Only I have no way of knowing, because this is the second time that day that I've thought I was ill. I spend the next 20 minutes in what could probably equate to the lamest acid trip ever. I feel okay, but my brain somehow insists that I can't be.
And that's how my day started.
