Early Mornings Do Not Agree With Me

I realized today that I am missed... and people notice my absence. Now that to me seems a little odd since I am right here. I am still online. Or can be reached by phone. But my Blog has not been updated and my status on Facebook has been non-existent. So in many ways it is like I don't exist. But don't worry I haven't completely fallen off the face of the earth.

I would like to be able to say that a newfound relationship has been taking up all my time.... But that is more wishful thinking. More like those super early mornings really do not agree with me. Let me tell you at 5:45 am I do NOT want to be getting out of bed and preparing myself for the long walk to work. The job really doesn't help that but that's a whole other story.

I have now recovered from working midnights, I think. Took quite a while but now even on my days off I am up in the morning. Maybe not quite as early as before work but still in the morning. I'm sure a few people are now wondering if I have a fever since I was always the one going to bed late and waking up late. Not any more. I guess I did a good job of resetting my sleep patterns.

Other then that my life has been pretty uneventful. Getting plenty of exercise walking to work. Had a friend suggest that I join the military. Not sure how he figured I was going to manage that with the Fibromyalgia or with the thought of carrying 50+ pounds on my back. Or even the fact I'd be without Azrael for an extended period of time. Somehow I just can't see it.

Speaking of Azrael I have an addict for a kitty. I am back to having catnip all over the floor at the moment. I put down the bag of catnip instead of putting it away. So he got into it. And now I really have nothing else to say. Enjoying the peace and quiet and am about to go back to it.

Rough Morning

I woke up this morning at 8:45 a.m. I am sure that the people who know me had to read that twice. Yes I did say 8:45 a.m. I was a little tired... something about not sleeping in all weekend and not getting the 8-10 hours I am accustomed to. I am currently fighting the urge to have a nap. As an insomniac though I am not supposed to have naps at all. Silly doctors and their advice... something about not being able to sleep that night.

I also woke up this morning with a sore throat. It goes nicely with the congestion I've been battling for a long time now. It is way too nice outside to be sick and fighting something off. Wouldn't be the first time I've had bronchitis this late in the season though... but not quite what I wanted.

Just in case that wasn't enough... the abscess seems to have returned in my armpit. Not exactly a pleasant experience since it hurts to move my arm. It's been 9 months since I had the last one removed but before that I had never had one. Makes me a little concerned. Not to mention the fact the last time they made me cry like a baby. I'm not so enthused about repeating that experience... unless they want to give me good drugs and a security blanket any ways. Then it might be tolerable.

I suppose the good news is that the day isn't going to get worse.... so it can only get better. And once I was up and out of bed it has gotten better. Went out to breakfast and am now relaxing before I go home again. Almost time to see Azrael again and see what damage he has done to the apartment. Looking forward to the peace and quiet and curling up with my baby.

Light of Day

For the first time in over a month I actually was outside in the morning... even better I was awake during the morning hours. Steve said Tammy was brave for daring to wake me up in the morning. I'll be the first to admit that I am not a morning person and since I am currently not at work I have no reason to be up. My first day shift is going to be rough. So I saw daylight for a little while. Then I went back to bed. I didn't get much sleep last night. I didn't take my medication since I knew I wasn't getting 8 hours of sleep so I really paid the price for it.

Azrael snubbed me when I did get home this morning. After spending the night at Tammy's he wanted his revenge... that lasted all of 10 minutes, which is an eternity in the memory of a cat. Then he was back to wanting love and adoration. He even decided my stomach made a good pillow. Yep back to his usual self.