Sunday, August 11, 2019

May 4 2019 You Know Who You Are

Having pulled a third 55 hour week in a month, which my body hates and is not likely to forgive, I’m trying to sleep.

Like, right this moment, sitting cross-legged in bed with a laptop sitting on my calves, I’m trying to sleep. I know the whole sitting up thing is kinda contraindicated for sleep but when I put away the screen or the book or the music or whatever device I use to wind down to sleep (shut up you*, wasn’t talking one of those devices) that’s when my brain attacks.

It’s getting better. I’m no longer trying to prevent my brain from flying to pieces or driving me into the panic attack from hell. Which is appreciated. It’s easier to sleep when your chest doesn’t hurt and you aren’t fighting a stomach full of angry snakes.

Except now? Now it wants to dissect me.

Look, bitch. I have a therapist. Shut up when I’m trying to sleep, okay?

See, I was lying down. Had hung out with Little Man for a bit, took my morning meds, and a couple of non-ambien type sleep aids, and was all ready to snuggle under my mandala blanket and snooze.

Except...

Anyone remember the movie 28 Days? No, not the zombie one… the Sandra Bullock one… where she was in rehab?

See, it started out with me randomly thinking we need to have an Alan Tudyk Appreciation Day. His body of work is incredible… from Wash in Firefly to Sonny in I, Robot to Wat in A Knight’s Tale (I will fong you) to the freaking voice of Hei Hei in Moana, Steve the Pirate in Dodgeball, Simon in the British version of Death at a Funeral who mistakes acid for valium) and then I thought of Gerhardt in 28 Days and that’s when my brain decided to be a bitch.

Brain- Oh, hey, do you remember how Gwen had to wear a sign because she wouldn’t ever ask for help?
M- Trying to sleep here.
B- You know all those times when life would start falling apart and you’d pull away from everyone and hide behind that “everything is at its usual level of insane so let’s laugh our way through” thing?
M-Sleep. Need some.
B- So, back to Gwen. The refusal to ask for help was pretty compulsive, huh?
M- And?
B- That’s you.
M- And we can’t do this after I sleep because why?
B- You’ll find something to do to keep you busy and this is the only time we get to really talk.
M- Piss off.
B- Just saying, you should probably watch the movie again. You can ignore the formulaic crap because the message is pretty solid. You know. 
M- Piss. Off. 
B- Also, I still remember how to sing the entirety of American Pie in Pig Latin.
M- Gorramit

Anyway, that’s why I’m probably going to fall asleep watching 28 days today.


*You know who you are

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