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In which Sky explains some things. Again.
Feb. 25th, 2008 12:31 pmFun fact for the day: As some of you may remember, my already-fucked-up sleep patterns suffer even more from Restless Leg Syndrome (aka, RLS).
It's kind of hard to describe the feeling of it, particularly because it's not always the same. Sometimes it's painful, like an ache. Sometimes it's just a sense of "uncomfortable" that doesn't usually keep me from sleep for too long. It usually starts in my ankles and moves upwards, if it's bad.
There have been nights when I am so utterly exhausted unto tears and all I want to do is sleep, but unfortunately, my own body won't let me. When I've seriously considered bashing my head into a wall and rendering myself unconscious, because hell, that might stop the... uncomfortable feeling in my legs and just allow me to fucking sleep. (On a... somewhat... lighter note, I'm now thinking of that episode of House... Yeah, you know the one I mean.)
I have enough problems with sleep, as we can see. I wish this was not one of them. It would help a lot if I didn't actually pay attention to TV or movies. I like falling asleep to people talking to me, but I don't want to actually have to pay attention to what they're saying.
Hm. Well. That was all far more melancholy than I intended. This was inspired by a completely sleepless night this weekend. That made me wish for unconsciousness by blunt trauma, because I wasn't going to get it from sleep.
It's kind of hard to describe the feeling of it, particularly because it's not always the same. Sometimes it's painful, like an ache. Sometimes it's just a sense of "uncomfortable" that doesn't usually keep me from sleep for too long. It usually starts in my ankles and moves upwards, if it's bad.
There have been nights when I am so utterly exhausted unto tears and all I want to do is sleep, but unfortunately, my own body won't let me. When I've seriously considered bashing my head into a wall and rendering myself unconscious, because hell, that might stop the... uncomfortable feeling in my legs and just allow me to fucking sleep. (On a... somewhat... lighter note, I'm now thinking of that episode of House... Yeah, you know the one I mean.)
I have enough problems with sleep, as we can see. I wish this was not one of them. It would help a lot if I didn't actually pay attention to TV or movies. I like falling asleep to people talking to me, but I don't want to actually have to pay attention to what they're saying.
Hm. Well. That was all far more melancholy than I intended. This was inspired by a completely sleepless night this weekend. That made me wish for unconsciousness by blunt trauma, because I wasn't going to get it from sleep.