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Belatedly, G is for Grumble

My sleep was interrupted Sunday night with a loud crash followed by a scream and loud cussing. Given that in my not-so-distant memory, My Angel nearly died from a fall, I was immediately wide awake with a huge spike of adrenaline.

Yes, some things fell, and yes, there was a mess to clean up, but in the big picture, it was an annoyance, not a disaster. No one was hurt. Nothing of real or sentimental value was broken. I could, in theory, let My Angel deal with the mess and just go back to sleep. Too bad I already had all that adrenaline in my system.

I wasn't awake enough to write (I could have pushed myself all the way awake, but if I had, going to work the next day had no chance of being productive). Instead I played the dumb facebook games I use to help me get sleepy, with no success (well, no success at getting sleepy anyway). I finally went and laid down in the bed, luring a cat to come purr on me. She purred, she left, and I was still awake.

I did eventually fall asleep, then a couple of hours later succeeded in not killing my alarm clock,* got up for work, went to work, worked, and got home safely. I grabbed food that didn't need cooking,** and fell asleep on the couch. That lasted only until Fox News started to play on the TV (I'd fallen asleep to Bones and don't even know what came on at 8) and headed to bed soon after.

Sleep is a blessing
But it really works better

*a very good thing since my alarm clock these days is my multi-purpose cell phone
**mint chocolate chip ice cream--there's not much in the way of food I've found that I can still eat that doesn't need cooking

P,S.  While I'm grumbling, I miss the old Mood selector, which let me choose the picture wanted and name it the way I wanted it named.  It wasn't perfect, but was better than this!



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Apr. 10th, 2013 11:47 am (UTC)
Sorry to hear you had such a rough night. I hate when that sort of thing happens. Most everything feels de-railed for a few days. May your sleep smooth out and refresh you.
Apr. 10th, 2013 12:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, well, life happens. It could have been SO much worse. But, of course, it could have just not happened, too, if we're playing with alternate history theories.

Thanks for the good wishes.
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Apr. 11th, 2013 02:49 am (UTC)
That sounds to me like it would take a lot more brain power than hitting the off button! But it's a great story. :-D
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Apr. 11th, 2013 03:40 am (UTC)
It's the "pull the guts out" that seems like it would require a lot more brain power than "hit the button", but clearly your brain isn't identical to mine!
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Apr. 11th, 2013 04:16 am (UTC)
In contrast, it took a very very long time to convince my brain that I suffered consequences if I turned my alarm clock off without becoming aware of doing so.

On weekends, I can still turn the alarm off on my cell phone (much more complex than smacking the old snooze bars I used to have on bedside clocks) without waking up enough to have any memory of the act.
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Apr. 11th, 2013 04:58 am (UTC)
It's more that I somehow set a reflex that I must wake up enough to be aware of the alarm, and the knowledge of consequences (or the fear of same) was the fuel for creating that reflex.

Don't ask me how I did it though; the best I can do is say "mind over matter" or "I willed it so". If you define magic as changing the world according to your will, you could say I performed magic to change that default setting in my brain.
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Apr. 12th, 2013 05:40 am (UTC)
Perhaps you have shifted some of your brain power from tracking what time it is to tracking time passing so your music tempo is precise, or to creating songs or playing instruments. I bet when you were you were able to wake up at a precise time, you weren't doing those other things at the level you are now.

I do know my ability to wake up on command (though never as precise as that) goes away when I am too short of sleep. It's as if my inner self is willing to go along with me only so far, and stops short of doing things that are harmful to my health.
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Apr. 14th, 2013 06:39 am (UTC)
Oops, I'm being dyslexic with mixing up twitter handles. Sorry about that.

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