I conquered a hurdle today.
After my "crisis" last week, anxiety settled down quite a bit but my sleep was completely off kilter. I was sleeping anywhere from two to seven hours in a 24-hour period, but most of the night I was wide awake. A few nights in a row, I was asleep by five or six and awake by midnight. While I enjoy time to myself, I don't like feeling off my routine. It bothers me.
We had to leave town on Friday due to a hurricane, and surprisingly I slept fairly well both nights in my hotel room. Considering I don't sleep well away from home anyway, I was impressed that I managed six to seven hours, and at night no less. Last night we were back home, and I managed to sleep through most of the night, waking at five a.m.
I noticed at bedtime last night that my muscles were sore and causing some pain, especially in my right shoulder. I only had one thermacare wrap and it was for my back. With a little creativity and some help from my daughter, I got the thing rigged around my shoulder. It helped the shoulder muscle a bit, but when I woke this morning, everything hurt. I wondered exactly what marathon I ran in my sleep, because that's exactly how I felt.
A week ago I made a deal with my mother that every day I would shower, dress, and leave the house. So after much prodding and bribery, I was able to get my daughter out of bed to come with me. We hit the doctor's office so I could pick up a prescription, then headed to the store to look for jeans. The poor kid was having a horrible time with allergies and clearly didn't feel much better than I did. So I decided to scale down our shopping. We dropped off the prescriptions, then grabbed lunch before picking them up and heading home.
In the end I was proud of both of us. My pain today is probably at a seven. Anxiety, maybe a four, and exhaustion about a six. But I went. Not only did I go, but we had a great time at lunch, and it was a good reminder of how much fun my daughter and I have together when both of us are in a decent mood.