sleep is my favoritest thing
Sep. 25th, 2008 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikIt finally occurred to me that if what I'm dealing with is the aftermath of a compressed nerve* then I actually do have drugs that help with that pain. And I took a ton of gabapentin, and indeed slept really well. Woke up at quarter past four, decided I needed more sleep (which would usually mean I would wake up in another half and hour) and next opened my eyes at six-thirty.
The dream involving various friends I was doing taiji with (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jinasphinx, I'm pretty sure you were one), a houseboat but not the housebarge I used to live in, and a bunch of characters from the Harry Potter universe was particularly awesome. (Hey, when my brain is bored of being asleep, but my body needs it, it does do entertaining things). The bit where I was being interrogated about where a bunch of the Harry Potter kids had gone, which I knew (or at least knew how they hid) but might well not have known, where I got way into my role and was all indignant and hysterical and then in tears was especially fun. (In real life I tend to avoid lying like the plague, but at least in the dream it was weirdly exhilarating. It might have been that I was in fact kind of stressed, but was happy to channel that stress into something useful, and in that case being all hysterical and upset was pretty useful.)
* I'm hoping the mechanical bit has been cleared up, and the rest of it is just residual swelling and it will all calm down given a chance. So... drugs. And being a bit more stoned than I like, but then I think cutting back as much as I had on the gabapentin wasn't such a great idea. Moderate doses, used with care, have a place.
The dream involving various friends I was doing taiji with (
jinasphinx, I'm pretty sure you were one), a houseboat but not the housebarge I used to live in, and a bunch of characters from the Harry Potter universe was particularly awesome. (Hey, when my brain is bored of being asleep, but my body needs it, it does do entertaining things). The bit where I was being interrogated about where a bunch of the Harry Potter kids had gone, which I knew (or at least knew how they hid) but might well not have known, where I got way into my role and was all indignant and hysterical and then in tears was especially fun. (In real life I tend to avoid lying like the plague, but at least in the dream it was weirdly exhilarating. It might have been that I was in fact kind of stressed, but was happy to channel that stress into something useful, and in that case being all hysterical and upset was pretty useful.)* I'm hoping the mechanical bit has been cleared up, and the rest of it is just residual swelling and it will all calm down given a chance. So... drugs. And being a bit more stoned than I like, but then I think cutting back as much as I had on the gabapentin wasn't such a great idea. Moderate doses, used with care, have a place.
