I had the worst night! Ever! Waaaaaaaaaaaa :(
It started with a wee bit of a back ache. I am not really sure how I managed to hurt myself; Not that I am ever really sure. I mean, I vacuumed, that could have been it I guess. Super lame, right? I can't even vacuum without hobbling away like an old woman. Anyway, I took a pain pill (half of a pain pill actually, cause I don't really like that stuff) and put my pajamas on got into bed. I had really good intentions of finishing up my blog about my bucket list, but as you can see if you read it... it's not quite done. Not for lack of trying, but because that stupid (half) pain pill had other plans for me.
I have a love/hate relationship with Norco. I love it because it makes whatever pain I have go completely away. I hate it because it seriously makes me itchy and twitchy like a super tweak. It also causes me to stay awake alllllll night long. I will be absolutely exhausted and instead of being able to lay down and go to sleep, I will toss and turn and scratch and twitch until the sun rises. But at least my back will not hurt *sigh*
Last night was much of the same. I was anxious and fidgety and absolutely could not drift off to sleep. On top of that, I was feeling very sick to my stomach, which only happens sometimes when I take Norco. Lucky me. The last time that I looked at my clock it was 3:45am. I must have finally dozed off for a minute because I woke up again at 5:00am. But this is what happened during that hour and 15 minutes........
I lost all my teeth!!!!!
Ok, not really. But I had a dream that I fell (on my mouth, I guess?) and knocked all my teeth out. I was bleeding and sad and couldn't talk right. And NO ONE LOVED ME ANYMORE. My mom thought I was ugly and the guy I like wanted nothing to do with me. And I was absolutely positive I was going to end up with wooden teeth like George Washington.
I am not sure that I can properly convey how disturbing this dream was to me. And it was soooooo real. I managed to startle awake and immediately launched myself into the bathroom to be ill. As I was getting sick and being miserable I thought to myself "Oh boy!!! I still have my teeth!!" It was a feeling of pure elation that was so very completely out of place while barfing my guts up. I then proceeded to brush my teeth for much longer than the two minute timer on my toothbrush thought was necessary. I fell back into bed and stared at the ceiling until my alarm went off at 7:15 this morning.
Lesson learned? No more pain pills before bed, they make me CRAY-ZAY. Suffer through the back ache.
I feel like ass. There is a very good possibility that I will go home on my lunch and take a nap. I was not built to run on less than 2 hours of sleep a night.