hed code

That’s what I have: a hed code.

Last night was the worst sleep of my life. Ever.

Hubby was sick yesterday – poops, body aches, etc. I kept him locked in his room all day, and only went in there to sleep at about 9:30pm. I had taken a sinus pill, but my nose kept running.
Hubby was whining in his sleep. Whining.
I had terrible dreams of someone holding me tight in his arms and not letting me go no matter how I struggled.
And Hubby was sooooo restless.
Around midnight, I grabbed my pillow and went upstairs to the guest room. Hubby’s lucky I didn’t smother him with it in his sleep.
I made the bed, set my alarm and tried to sleep.
My nose kept running, my mind kept racing. I tossed and turned, and a song from “They Might Be Giants” kept running through my head: Speed, Velocity, Acceleration. In an endless agitated loop.
Then Penny walked into the room, playing Mrs. Heavy-foot and panting, around 3:17am.
I felt like I didn’t sleep a wink. The alarm went off at 5:49, and I felt relieved I didn’t have to try to sleep anymore.
I sleptwalk through a very quiet day at work, then came home to my family and Chick-Fil-A.

I don’t know how tonight will go. I don’t think I’ll take any medicine. I’ll turn on the vaporizer and use some vicks vaporub. Tomorrow, Bubba and I have an 8am appointment with the dentist, then I have to watch O’Baby all day.

I’m gonna need a good sleep. Oh boy.

1 thought on “hed code

  1. That sounds like a typical night of sleep for me, but my excuse is not a hed code. I have infant twins.

    I hope you feel better soon, Sister. A grandma needs her rest. Heh.

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