May I say this again? Waking up early everyday is a rough life.
Especially when you’re not accustomed to it and when your time awake is greater than your time spent asleep. In my world, that equals exhaustion.
I’ve been dizzy for the past few weeks. Is that a symptom of exhaustion? If not, it must be from loving Ryan in circles. I wonder if you can find that on WebMD.
Last night I was past tired– I should’ve gone to bed at 6 pm. It started to make me feel really strange and just, not so well. As I laid in my bed, I watched the show I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. (Incase you didn’t know, it’s true stories about women who don’t know they are pregnant until they go into labor.) I also started to get the horrible feeling of a UTI coming on. I was afraid to pee again, and I started thinking about having to go to Urgent Care and how bad that would suck. Then I thought, What if when I go to the Dr’s, they take a urine sample and find out I am pregnant? And I don’t really have a UTI, but I just have to pee a lot because I am pregnant? Or both? And my mom just took maternal care off our health insurance, what will we do?! …..
Hello, back to reality. I practice abstinence. And if I didn’t, which I honestly do, I practice another thing called long-distance.
Why do I tell you this? To show you just how tired I was and in the process, embarrass myself sharing my hypochondriacal, illusional thought process.
I ended up calming my thoughts and bladder, turned off the TV, and went to sleep at 8:50 PM. I am very thankful for the 10 hours of sleep that left me feeling refreshed this morning.
But now I’ve been awake for 14 hours and I must get some sleep for tomorrow.
Oh how I love Fridays. And Ryan. Better yet, Fridays WITH Ryan… sweet dreams.