Let me just preface this post by reminding you that I’m an idiot.
Last night started out as a restless one, lacking much quality sleep. I was out, but the sleep was light and I wasn’t actually relaxing a bit. I finally completely woke up again at three o’clock in the morning, realizing that I hadn’t taken my pill yet (yes, I’m on a prescription for something, no, they’re not anti-depressants or anything, and no, the Skin Thing of Doom hasn’t started to rear its ugly head again and it HAD BETTER NOT DO SO AGAIN). Maybe that was what the restlessness was being caused by. My body subconsciously reminding me that Meds Are Important or something.
I roll out of bed, drag my ass to the bathroom, and grab my pill bottle and down one. Of course, by the time that I swallow, I realize that I’d swallowed the wrong pill… my other prescription, which is for Lunesta (a fairly powerful sleeping medicine, for those of you who don’t know). This would be fine if I took it at midnight. This is FAR from fine if you need to start getting ready for work in four or so hours.
I woke up at 9:38. I got to work at 9:40, realizing that my attempt at shaving the day before was FAR less than stellar, needing a shower but needing more not to get in trouble at work for being late, and trying desperately to keep my eyes open (the Lunesta will still have it’s iron grip on me for an hour or two yet).
So, yeah. I hope I don’t have a long call to monitor.