I am tired.
I am not sleeping well again.
This happens after every surgery. It seems for the first few days all I do is sleep - side effects of drugs and medications, a time for my body to heal. And then wham. It's like my body says, okay, that's enough sleep for the next 3 months, so hope you used it wisely.
The problem is, I'm still tired. I'm exhausted. And sleep still feels right out of my grasp.
My husband? He lays down and is out. In like 42.7 seconds. And when I can't fall asleep, I think about punching him. Because you know, he can fall asleep, and I can't. I mean, I'd never actually do it. And I know he's not doing it on purpose. It's not like he's all "Nananana-boo-boo. I can sleep and you can't. Haha!" Still. I'm jealous of him.
So. I toss and turn. And turn and toss. And then eventually fall asleep. And then wake up, much later than everyone else I know. But it's never enough sleep. And so I'm tired.
Yep, that's all you get today. Sorry. I'm too tired to write anymore.