Get out of bed
I did, and went back to sleep for about an hour and a half. I had an interesting dream about scented geraniums, which I love. When I awoke I wished I could get some, but realized I have Bad Cats who would knock them over and break them (as houseplants), and a very eager yard man who would probably weed-whack them as "weeds". I did recall I had built a small raised garden, if I cleared out the weeds I might be able to put a rose (probably a Cramosi Superior, or a Hansa), plant some scented geraniums all around the edge, it would be lovely.
But I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed for a while, trying. I finally got up. Ron was already awake. I told him he didn't have to be quiet (I tend to roar at him if he wakes me up) anymore. He told me to go back to bed. I told him I couldn't. He told me to go back to bed. I thought, I can't. I already tried lying in bed and I can't sleep. All the sleep experts say, if you can't sleep, get out of bed. Then he told me to "Take a Phenergan" which is his stock answer for when he thinks I need to "take a sleeping pill". I never do, unless I have a REALLY bad headache.
I don't like the concept of taking a pill just to sleep, ever. The only time I ever did that I had really bad insomnia, was manic, and had a raging kidney infection. I was in the hospital vomiting my guts out every day, feverish and miserable. I could not sleep. I got cranky enough (! Not proud of that!) that the nurses got the doctor to order me Valium. They kept me pretty drugged up until I got better. A win for all of us. But that was over 23 years ago and I've never done it since.
I have also seen enough of those reality medical shows to know, if you overuse a substance, you become immune to it. Then it doesn't work when you do need it. So, I didn't take a pill.
Ron fell back asleep (!) and is now snoring.
I got up, started the dryer (I had some wet clothes in there). I don't dry clothes when it is hot, in the middle, or later, in the day. It's just foolish to run the dryer and the A/C at the same time, if you can avoid it. I don't have that many loads a week, so I can run it in the cool of the day. This time of day (5:42) is about as cool as it will get. So, they're running.
Then I did my God Time. All done. When I finish my blog I will probably take a shower. I might buy those sheets I was talking about last week - those cotton/poly sheets don't breathe and are miserable, but I had a very slim mattress before. I don't have any sheets that will fit my new bed. Well, I do, but they're cotton/poly and don't let me breathe.
The cats seem happy to have me awake, I fed Biscuit and Baby Girl (salmon in gravy) and he is exploring the computer room. He knows not to get near the keyboard now, I have a water bottle. I will shake it at him if he gets too close, and he runs off.
He and Baby Girl were fighting last night so I squirted them both. I don't know who started it but I finished it.
Ron's already had his bath (last night), amid much complaining, so all I have to do is dress him in a clean outfit for the doctor. Since it's his back I assume that's what Doc will be looking at.
This is the same Doc who treated my bladder infection in December, and my sinus infection in January, so he's good. If anyone can help Ron, or at least get him started on the road to recovery, it's Doc.
I found it really encouraging, when Ron drinks (alcohol) he gags and complains about how awful it is, he doesn't want to drink, etc. Ron mentioned he might talk to the doctor about his drinking. (me, quietly: !!!!!) I will let Ron bring it up, but when we are filling out the forms I will ask him to be honest about the amount he is drinking every night (about 6 ounces that I know of).
So today is just doctor day. We will see how it goes, I will keep you posted.
I have to go to bed early because we have to get up at 2 AM tomorrow to go to work and get our delivery.