I hate being sick.

September 13, 2003

I hate being sick.

I spent much of Friday tired and out of it, I was wrung down, drung down and hung down - it was like having a hangover without ever having gotten drunk first.

I had a wee nap, which helped, but I had to sit on the couch after dinner for half an hour before I had the energy to go bathe the baby.

And how does this relate to a 4:30am blogging? After I got myself to bed around 10:00 or so I was completely unable to sleep. I was in and out of bed all night, tossing and turning for an hour or two before getting up to pee, or to breathe, or to have a drink of water or of milk. I was up from 11 to midnight, 2 to 3, and 4:00am to the present - although this last out of bed moment started when I had a dissertation thought and went to write it down.

I would not mind not sleeping if I could get things done, but I find that I shut down around 10:00 at night and getting any work after that is like squeezing peanut butter - thick, sticky, messy, and not very good.

Well, I got through another few pages of revision, I have a new construction problem to think on - let me go lie in bed and think about it.

And back to bed.

Posted by Red Ted at September 13, 2003 04:39 AM | TrackBack