Restless Legs Diary

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

Monday, October 30, 2006

Is it Tuesday yet?

My Mondays off are quickly becoming less fun than my workdays, sadly enough. Today it was the nightmare of my own making -- I lost the only key to the cellar, which is the only access to our crawl space. The only access, of course, except through one of the foundation vents. So today I spent my day off wriggling on my belly through fiberglass, dirt and spiders to finally pop out in the little cellar.
Along the way, I peeked at the heating ducts (I kind of had to in order to crawl over them). I thought we had basically been pumping heat into the ground by not having the ducts sealed and insulated. Little did I know we were literally pumping heat in the ground. One of the ducts isn't really connected to anything, just blowing heat out, some of which accidentally makes it into the disconnected duct. That explains why 68 degrees just isn't so toasty.
I spent the rest of the day trying to get a new deadbolt to fit on the old cellar door lock I had to remove. And now I'm picking at the fiberglass left in my skin. Fun day.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Back in business

It's been a long time, but then again, I can't blog at work anymore -- not even during lunch. Our email is being monitored and it would be wise to assume everything else is.
That said, this is much slower at home with dial-up. But to get back to the heart of this blog, my restless legs drug (Gabapentin) doesn't seem to be helping much lately. I haven't slept a full night downstairs (except for last night, strangely) for quite a while.
Maybe when I'm less tense at work I'll sleep better.
Oh, P.S. -- Why does the Blogger spell check get hung up on the word "blog"?

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Down on the drug


Well. Today's the start of my scheduled turn-over-a-new-leaf, rededicate-myself, be-more-productive period. It's tempered a little bit by my fatigue and lowered ego. A competitor's newspaper dedicated two reporters to a story I did Saturday, and got quite a bit more stuff than I had. Which I can make excuses for, but in the end, I didn't dig as much as I should have.
I'm also disappointed with the Gabapentin. I don't really feel drugged at bedtime anymore, but then again, I don't really feel much of an effect. Last night I was shaky to beat the band. So while I usually wake up from a weekend -- if not refreshed, at least not exhausted -- today I woke up feeling like I had just had a long, tired week.
So I start the week exhausted and without the burning drive to excel I had on my well-rested day off. Ah well. Such is fall. Not great colors, but nice smells and feelings. Reminiscence. Romance. And melancholy.