I woke up yesterday, had a soda and a bowl of cereal… and then crawled right back into bed. I slept from… 9? 9 or so until 4:30pm. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; after all, it’s been a long time since I’ve needed a catch-up day, and it is in the middle of trying to shift my sleep schedule around that little bit. I ended up taking an extra 25mg non-extended release Seroquel last night and some Melatonin in the hopes it would help me get to sleep reasonably. I might have tossed and turned a bit and not felt like I was getting to sleep at the start of the night, but I woke up feeling vaguely human. So hopefully that’s sorted and out of my system now.
I also ended up skipping Stitch ‘n Bitch because of it. I fell back on the logic my parents used to annoy me with in childhood — if you’re too sick to go to work/school, then you’re too sick to go out. Even if it wasn’t illness per se, it made sense to me to stay in and focus on trying to correct my nth sleep error. I did get some knitting done though, so that was also good. Still, the irony amuses me — I’d very much intended to be there to make sure the person who triggered my anxiety so severely didn’t think I was missing out because of her. But ah well, nevermind.
So now I’m at work like a good worker bee, and I shall start to get dived into that. I hope everyone out there is doing well.