Overheating...
Jul. 27th, 2004 06:45 amSomething is wrong with my body. I'ts 6:30 am on a windy July monring, I'm sitting in jeans and a shirt and I'm sweating. The middle of winter and I've spent the last 2 nights waking in a sweat, despite clading myself in only boxers and a T. Despite sleeping with open windows and despite Alex sleeping peacefully beside me. I am utterly exhausted.
Last night I downed 2 valium alongside 2 paracetamols, determined not to have a repeat of the night before where I was lucky to nab 4 hours' interrupted sleep. Considering I snoozed lightly last night, waking many times both from heat and sounds drifting in my window I can only imagine the absence of rest if I had not medicated myself. This cannot go on. The activity of mind is a familiar antithesis to sleep, but this troubled thermoregulation puzzles me. When so very tired my body usually fails to heat itself sufficiently and I must snuggle. Never before has my body temperature felt so high in the absence of fever. Even in this unseasonal warmth is it not explicable.
Yet the clock marches towards seven, and my drowsy head is soothed by Shostakovich, despite the speakers on this (work) pc running from mono onboard sound. An early start for an early finish as I must be home by three. The plumber is coming to replace my 1950's fittings and to reward my persistance with a new 180L hot water system. The old one has thermostat issues (which it seems to have transferred to me). I also need to renew my driver's licence and I can only imagine the quality of the photo given my current state. It should be sufficient to scare any copper into letting me go about my business ;-)
And I have a paper to write, despite mental and physical fatigue. I have little choice: the next month will be hectic and there's little i can do to change that, except get some rest. Somewhere sleep lies in wait for me, somewhere lies an answer to my body's erractic behaviour. For now, with the sun risen, my task is just to make it through the day...
Last night I downed 2 valium alongside 2 paracetamols, determined not to have a repeat of the night before where I was lucky to nab 4 hours' interrupted sleep. Considering I snoozed lightly last night, waking many times both from heat and sounds drifting in my window I can only imagine the absence of rest if I had not medicated myself. This cannot go on. The activity of mind is a familiar antithesis to sleep, but this troubled thermoregulation puzzles me. When so very tired my body usually fails to heat itself sufficiently and I must snuggle. Never before has my body temperature felt so high in the absence of fever. Even in this unseasonal warmth is it not explicable.
Yet the clock marches towards seven, and my drowsy head is soothed by Shostakovich, despite the speakers on this (work) pc running from mono onboard sound. An early start for an early finish as I must be home by three. The plumber is coming to replace my 1950's fittings and to reward my persistance with a new 180L hot water system. The old one has thermostat issues (which it seems to have transferred to me). I also need to renew my driver's licence and I can only imagine the quality of the photo given my current state. It should be sufficient to scare any copper into letting me go about my business ;-)
And I have a paper to write, despite mental and physical fatigue. I have little choice: the next month will be hectic and there's little i can do to change that, except get some rest. Somewhere sleep lies in wait for me, somewhere lies an answer to my body's erractic behaviour. For now, with the sun risen, my task is just to make it through the day...