I require sleep aids, since I can’t seem to find my own personal off button. Even with aid I still sometimes have sleepless seasons. I’m in one of those seasons now. Last week I was desperate for sleep so I increased my aid on Thursday night.
It knocked me out but then somehow I hit my internal panic button during my slumber and flew out of bed. The sleep aid plus standing suddenly and the adrenaline from my mysterious panic made me dizzy. I thought to myself, I shouldn’t be standing! Never to be deterred by wise advice I started walking towards the bathroom. As I walked through the door I remember looking at a black spot and thinking is that a cat? And then my next questioning thought was why is my bed so hard?
I finally oriented myself after a few puzzling moments and realized I was on my bathroom floor. My body responds to injury by sweating profusely. And I mean profusely. So as I started to gather myself up my PJs were sopping wet. I was so disoriented that I thought — thank God I didn’t hit my head or hurt myself but, in fact, I had hit my head and hurt myself.
Now I was faint from the sleep aid, sweating profusely, and from hitting my head. I knew I couldn’t stand so I started to crawl back towards my bed. Mind you my PJs were sopping wet and I was continuing to sweat profusely so I was leaving a slug trail of sweat as I went, but I’m also so dizzy that I have to stop 3 times on my way to rest. It’s not a far journey from my bed to my bathroom at all.
I’m not sure how long it took me because I may have been passing back out at each stop. All I could do was laugh at myself imagining the sight of my slug crawl. I made it back to bed and slept for a bit or passed back out. I’m not sure which. At about 4 am I was wide awake and wondered if it all had actually happened. I sat up and looked at the floor where a literal trail of sweat ran all the way from the bathroom with 3 distinct puddles along the path. Indeed it all had happened. My first realization was that I was exceptionally thirsty.
While washing my hair I realized that I had indeed hit my head. It wasn’t until Selah saw the bump and cut on my forehead that I realized I hit my head twice. My best guess is that I hit the door handle with my forehead and the baseboard with the back of my head.
So I started my Friday still sleep deprived, with two bumps on my head, 3 ribs out, a swollen knee, and a bruised ego but I’ve learned that laughter is the best medicine and laughed until I cried retelling my misadventures. My chiropractor checked me out and put me back together and I headed out to conquer the day. Slug life!
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