In spite of all our best efforts, now both of us have this horrible cold. The Squire is still sleeping in the recliner in the TV room, while the cat has been helping me hold down the bed. The Squire seems to be on the mend, but I am now in the middle of this mess.
We headed upstairs when we got back from picking up the “Dough-Nation” from Panera. The Squire settled down with a book, and I did the same. I read for about an hour, but my Restless Leg Syndrome was still giving me fits, so I went downstairs to take a bit more medicine. His door was still ajar, and he was sound asleep with the book open on his chest. I removed the book, covered him up, and turned off the light. I tossed and turned a bit, and the last time I looked at the clock, it was after midnight.
The dog started to bark around 3AM, but by the time I put on my robe The Squire had already headed down to see what all the fuss was about. Nada. Blazer started up again a few minutes before 4, and this time we both went down. Not a thing to see, but we turned off the alarm and let the dog go take a really good look. Whatever was out there was on the other side of the stream. Blazer gave it a good barking at, and returned to the house with a smug expression.
I took a dose of cough syrup and staggered back to bed, hoping for a bit of uninterrupted sleep. No such luck. Even with the fan making white noise in the background, I had a hard time falling back to sleep, and then at 7AM Eddie decided it was high time for me to come feed him. Yeesh. Between 10PM and 7AM I managed to get about five hours of sleep.
I’m gonna go take a nap. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.
When The Squire came down at 4AM he was in his night clothes, but when I covered him up at midnight, he was still fully dressed. He asked me if I had wakened him and told him to change, which I had not.
“Must have been a Samuel Ready fire drill.” *
* When I was at school I woke up one morning with my jeans (dungarees, we called them) over my PJ bottoms. Apparently, we had a fire drill in the middle of the night, and I’d gotten up, dressed, and gone out to stand on the athletic field with every other girl in the school. Couldn’t prove it by me. If it hadn’t been that everybody was talking about it, and the head mistress had congratulated us on our perfect performance, I’d have guessed the girls in my dorm had played a trick on me.
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Personal question: What drug are you taking for the restless leg syndrome??????? The only reason I ask, is because I had to go off of mine…had a rebound effect and actually made the restless leg worse…….
Right now, I’m on Mirapex. (Pramipexole) Over the years, I’ve been on quite a few different things. For about 30 years I took Klonopin, and then my neurologist retired and the new man switched me to Permax (I passed out without warning), Neurontin (gawd-awful insomnia), and Sinemet (convulsions), and now the Mirapex. I told my GP that I am a walking asterisk; if there’s a side effect, I’ll get it.
There is absolutely no reason to suffer with RLS. There’s a host things out there to try. Look up Parkinson’s drugs.
Many thanks…..currently, I’m doing “ok” on iron pills…..it doesn’t alleviate the RLS, but it lessens the number of attacks. I’m trying to stay away from mainstream “drugs”…have had way too many nasty side effects from the medications…I, too, am a light-weight….
I know that the Squire will take care of you but be careful out there. The flu is out there looking for opportunities! Glad that Eddie and Blazer are taking good care of you all.
Get better! I despise those kind of nights!
Honestly, I’d have probably done better to stay up all night.
At least you could have gotten something done and not felt so frustrated. I can’t get good sleep any more. I have a whole litany of problems, and most of them seem so obscure I don’t know how to fix them.