In the Night
Yo ho...it's been a few days since I've posted. Things have happened: I've had a small scare, been given a new nickname, had a historical moment with my dear Daddy, but have also been really tired too (surprise, surprise).
I was sleeping real well there for about five days. I was taking my tablets at 2am, then sleeping solid 'til about noon/2pm when I had to take my tablets again. Which is the whole reason for my newest nickname...
It was actually around 4:30am (I hadn't fallen asleep yet, and all because of the most wonderful book. I'm sure you all know what that's like :P) when Dad's cheeky grin came around the door post. That was our "historical moment" simply because despite living in a crazy routine which leaves me living half my life in the dark, everyone else in my family had stumbled across me on some night or another, but not Dad. It was rather funny. I chatted with him as he ate his breakky, then as he went off to start work, I went to bed.
Before he left though, he was like, "You know, we should start caling you 'owl'. You sleep all day and are up most of the night." Then continuing he mused, "Hmm...what about Barn Owl?"
I was still laughing...
Then he was like, "Mopoke. A little Mopoke Owl." His silly little grin just got wider, liking the sound of it, and in a sing-song voice went on, "Mopoke. Mopoke. Mopoke." lol So there 'tis, the name that now greets me everywhere. I'm actually not minding it. It sounds kind of cute when it's said, plus it's just down-right funny.
I think it was that day, actually, that I got my scare. I got up as usual around 2:00 o'clock, ate, had a shower. But I was feeling kind of "drugged". It was like my only goals were to drag myself to the next possible means of supporting furniture to collapse onto. That wasn't all that bizarre. I often feel like I've been drugged or something. Because of it I just lazed around in the bean bag reading (the next book in the series that is ;)), and so it was totally weird when I started to feel my heart racing. Just sitting there, and it's pumping wildly as if I'd just run around the house five times.
I know that if I over dose on my medication I can over stimulate my body which means my heart will start racing, and all my thyroid symptons will just get worse (like my hands and feet will suddenly get so cold it's as if they've been sitting in a bucket of snow), and I can seriously get the shakes. And all that was happening. But the thing is, I haven't changed my dosage for over two weeks now. There'd been no increase that could have brought on an over-dose.
Mum and I tried to take my pulse rate. I'm not sure how successful we are as nurses, seeing as she came out with 80 per minute and I 100. Going on either of them it wasn't racing so bad to be life-threatening. It was just bizarre. We figured we'd just wait until the next day and see if it was still acting funny before we did anything.
It wasn't. The next day I felt great. So, we've just decided to add it to the bizarre-but-unexplainable-list.
Right now, I'm thinking I can't wait until Monday and all my dear siblings have to go to bed early and are doing school quietly in the morning when I'm sleeping. Last "night" (if you can call from around 6am to lunchtime that) I didn't get much at all considering they all woke up abounding with energy this morning. Ah, so I'm a total zombie today, but I really can't fault them, I guess. They're sweet enough now, as it is, in how careful they are not to come badger me when I'm resting.
I think I've become somewhat spoilt though. he..he..seeings as on weeknights I have sole possession over the computer and TV remote. Then when the weekend hits and they're allowed to stay up as long as they like, I find myself having to suddenly *share*. lol
Bring on Monday and a good nights sleep....
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