Here we go again. <waits for the global groans of dread to abate and, failing that, continues the rant anyway> That's right. I can't sleep again. What's new?

Although I am slowly recovering, I'm still sick, so my body needs the sleep more than ever. I am thus trying to oblige it by ensuring, with almost fundamentalist religious observance, that I go to bed early and allow for as much sleep as possible. On Saturday night, I slept for a total of about 13 hours, despite a one hour period between 4 and 5AM within which I could not get back to sleep. I was greatly relieved, knowing that I was definitely on the mend and that my body was using all the sleep it could get. Tonight (technically, last night), I went to bed early with high hopes of another great sleep. As usual, it was far too much to hope. I've laid in bed now for over five hours. I've possibly dozed briefly in that time, but I don't think I've properly slept yet. My brain, in its infamous, infinitely lacking wisdom, has decided (the following precipitating thick, venemous cynicism), "Ooo! I'm too good for sleep! Now, I'm going to spin around thinking about all sorts of random, unnecessary crap (such as this blog entry, although I'll do that around 3:30AM when I'm thoroughly sick of myself). Meanwhile, body, you can lie there feeling exhausted, uncomfortable and sick, but you shall not bother to override me and force Jamie into sleep. We do need sleep - it's very important right now if Jamie wants to get well - but feh, we won't bother to sleep anyway, will we? Nooo! Look at me! I'm so accursedly stupid! Everyone have a laugh!"

I am sooo amazingly, unbelievably, utterly, absolutely, incredibly, godforsakenly, sublimely (ok, you can tell I used a thesaurus for that last one; it doesn't really make sense here at all) sick of this! Arhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrg! Last time, I accused sleep of being the evil, conniving wretch that would not grace me with its services. This time, I won't do anything so creative. I officially hate my body!

Those of you who've been following this godforsaken blog will be aware that I have been prescribed some sleeping medication. Unfortunately, i haven't been to a chemist yet to pick it up. Also, i figured that deep, restful (r.e.m.) sleep would be extremely important while my body is recovering, so taking it would probably not be a good idea. I took some cold and flu 'night' tablets last night, which make some people sleepy, but ... not me! I wonder if I would sleep if someone hit me over the head with a hammer? Probably not. I'd just end up with brain damage for my trouble and still be awake, wondering what happened, always hearing a taunting, gleeful, sniggering little voice somewhere in the back of my now disfunctional mind saying, "Ha ha! You never got any sleep, even though you caused yourself brain damage trying! Nair nair ne nair nair! <sounds of bouncing up and down and incessant, insane cackling>"

posted at: 04:31 | keywords: Life, Rants | permanent link to this entry