Drunk princess.

Yesterday was rough.  Very emotional.  When is there a day when M.S. and Fibromyalgia aren't emotional?  Exactly.  I went three days without sleeping.  Talk about emotional wreck.  This is gonna sound crazy, but it turns out the human body needs to sleep.  Crazy, huh?  The way my body treats me, you'd think it forgot it was mortal.  It's always thinking it doesn't need to sleep.  I have the craziest insomnia ever.  Why not take something for it?  With all the medications I'm taking as it is, the only sleeping aids I can take that won't mix bad with my medications don't work.  It's horribly sad.  I work out, eat extremely healthy, I meditate, relax, read, all the things you'd think would cure insomnia.  Or not.

Everyone gets irritable, and extremely mean when they're lacking in the zzzz's.  I am the nastiest, most emotional person when I'm tired.  Three days without sleep, though?  That's just nuts.  As a result, the last three days have been so hard.  Getting the kids and myself ready for church on Sunday, actually going to church on Sunday, having stayed up the entire night before, was so hard.  It lead to so many cry sessions.  "I wanna die.  If I can't sleep, I'm gonna drive off a cliff."  "You hate me!  Go get a wife that doesn't have M.S.!"  Extremely emotional.  If this sounds crazy, try to stay up as late as you can.  I double dare you to go three days without sleep.  There's no way you could.  It takes a special kind of disease to have insomnia this severe.  As late as you could stay up, you'd lose all common sense and reasoning pretty quickly.  It's the most horrible feeling.  There are nights you only get six hours of sleep, and you wanna kill everyone the next day.  Image three days!  It's been so hard!  I was finally able to sleep today.  After three exhausting days, today at one o' clock, I passed out.  Three days of Restless Leg Syndrome, three days of severe insomnia, and I was finally able to pass out.  Finally.  I had to turn on the humidifier, (I dunno, the moisture, mixed with essential oils, is extremely calming for me) turn on the heater, get the sounds, smells, and temperature just right.  I had to have my husband rub my calves for me, trying to calm the Restless Leg Syndrome.  He even had to tell me a bed time story.  Pitiful, right?  If I am left to my own devices, I will sit there, mind whirring, and keep myself up for another three days.  He told me a beautifully distracting story.  There's a princess who lives in the clouds with her kingdom.  She's very nice, everyone loves her, but she's lonely.  Her friends love her so much, they decide to go to the neighboring kingdom and seek the handsome prince.  "The librarian says, 'I will go, the princess is good and kind, and often comes in to buy books from me.'  The blacksmith speaks up and says, 'I too will go.  The princess always comes in, just to see how I'm doing.'  The um..."  My husband pauses as he thinks of who else volunteers.  Mind unwinding, I lazily respond, "The winemaker says, 'I'll go, that crazy bit%h is in here every hour gettin' wasted!"

The drunk, but kind princess gets her prince, and lives happily ever after.  The end of the story, the end of me.  I finally drift off into a story of my own.