Restless Legs Diary

The story of me and my legs trying to get along (and maybe even sleep together)

Saturday, September 30, 2006

It's murder, I tell you

I have to cover a murder today. No fun. At least I got some sleep.
I can either say that the new dosage of Gabapentin works half the time or that it works with half a bottle of champagne (left over from the wedding). Either way, last night wasn't so bad.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The great beyond

So I got married. All went well, and all is well. And there was a honeymoon period, sleep-wise. I was sleeping fine for a few days there, including the little mini-honeymoon (the minimoon) to the Yakima Valley wine region.
That, alas has ended. Last night was pretty rough. It's strange; it seems like it's worse the days that I swim. That doesn't make sense if activity is supposed to help calm restless legs.
Granted, I swim during the lunch hour. And I guess the legs have plenty of time to recover their nervous energy. But why it would be worse after a vigorous workout? Got me.
I'm going to make the leap from two to three Gabapentin pills tonight.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Soul of the hut


So I'm back, everything's different and everything's the same. We can catch up later. But now, here are some old Pizza Huts. This first one is a real estate listing. Those folks must absolutely hate trying to sell these places. As far as location goes, this one's pretty good (check out the photos). But no matter what you do to the building (and this is what I just love), It's still a Pizza Hut. Not that people haven't tried. Banks, office buildings, better restaurants. Gut the place, retile the roof, remove the slant windows, and the soul persists.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Out of my mind


You know you're not quite projecting the image you'd hope for when coworkers tell you that you look as frazzled or as sad as they've ever seen you. That's not true, of course. I'm just crazy. Why else am I so dressed up to wander through the woods?

Monday, September 11, 2006

Insanity week

The craziness begins. I'm working Monday after a one-day weekend. And the wedding is pressing from all sides, making work near impossible. It started early this morning, with a call from P to get the final number count for the caterer. Then off to the post office to pick up a package. (Not to be ungrateful, but if you ever feel like mailing us a package, don't check the box that requires us to sign for it.)
Whoever created those "30 minute maximum" parking spaces outside the post office had to be either joking or wildly optimistic. Some guy had eight heavy boxes he was sending across country, and nearly everyone else had craaaaazy kids running around, head-butting my calf and generally screaming. One of the post office employees, lucky for him, abandoned his post when he saw the scene, leaving only two open windows. (Invariably, if there are two post office windows, one will be taken up by a lunatic customer. It's simple mathematics.)
I finally get out, and then get a call from my brother, whom I never talk to. And I'm on the road. I really don't like to talk and drive, especially in (what's left of the) morning rush hour. So I finally get to the freeway -- you guessed it, in the wrong direction.
It's been a long day. And I just got to work an hour ago.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Wedding crazy

So my sleep's still a little shaky, grandma's not getting up the stairs in style, and our guest list is getting crumpled and reordered. And I'm just barely keeping my sanity.
And I need to get my work done. Hopefully, I'll be able to breathe before guests start arriving.