annathepiper | Spoke too soon (Reply)

Last night's insomnia report: not a damn wink between 11:30pm and 5am or so, till I finally got up, staggered downstairs, and tried to sleep in the chair in the living room where I'd had my last decent nap. No dice there, either, even with the calming incentive of a purring cat. Staggered back upstairs. Had congestion problems, and between that and

solarbird's suggestion that I try a cold medicine demonstrated to knock me the hell out, I took a dose of Nyquil.

Fell over on the couch for a couple of hours. Seemed to actually fall asleep, though I think I've milked that dose of Nyquil for all the good I'm going to get out of it.

Called my doctor. I have an appointment to see her tomorrow. And I feel guilty about it, but I don't think I should try to work in this state. My brain is fried; I have sporadic bursts of cohesiveness shot through with huge bouts of lag time as I struggle to process stuff. Given that the entire point of my team is to get accurate testing results out in a swift and timely fashion, and given that I don't trust myself to be either swift or accurate right now... well.

Gods, I'm tired of this.