last night I had one of the worst dreams I can ever remember.? (runners-up: dream in which I tried to fight with someone in a bar but couldn’t move, and dream in which I saw my dismembered corpse after being murdered.)? I don’t much want to get into the details, but I woke up shaking & sweating.
so today I’m pretty much out of it…like somebody hit me with the exhaustion stick.? little bursts of awake interrupting long slogs of not-quite-awake.? oh, and astoundingly irritable, too.
I’ve been having terrible dreams for most of the last couple of weeks, too. I spend enough hours in bed with my eyes closed, but don’t get enough rest.
must. remember. happy things.
I’ve got Friday off, so I’m going to try to get a same-day appointment with my therapist.
should I be thinking about going back on medication?? the thought makes me mopey, although I don’t know how much of that is just being mopey already.
the irritability worries me more than the sad/tiredness, because I just want to yell at everybody and anybody, and anything that doesn’t go my way just makes me out-of-bounds furious.
but I’m going back to yoga class (I missed a block because of SXSW/sick/lazy) starting on Thursday, and physical therapy went well yesterday, and I finally picked a new dentist, and, and, and…..