<p>Good luck, <strong>Prae</strong>!!! Maria, I've done the golf ball trick and the frozen water bottle trick for PF. Hope they work for you!</p>
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<p>Joe Pa is retiring at the end of the season. That's way too good for him, methinks. </p>
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<p><em>The remainder of this post will be whiney and self-indulgent. Feel free to ignore/skip ahead. </em></p>
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<p>I am absolutely at my wits' end with this fracking insomnia crap. The first time I remember having trouble was 2000 (yes, 11 years ago). Back then, I would have a few weeks of sleep issues and then weeks or even months of no problems at all. Lather, rinse, repeat. Over the years, the problem weeks kept increasing while the restful weeks/months decreased. The past 4 years or so, there are no good months. There aren't even good weeks. The norm has been a greatly interrupted sleep pattern (trouble falling asleep and then waking and not being able to fall back to sleep at least 5-8 times per night). That's the norm. Once in a blue moon (a couple of times per year), I'll have a good night where I don't wake up at all, or if I do, I am able to fall back to sleep quickly. Far more frequently, I'll wake more than the average 5-8 times per night (more like 10-20), or I'll wake up in the middle of the night and remain awake for an hour or more. </p>
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<p>Over the past year or so, it's gotten even worse, so I finally caved and got a prescription for sleeping pills. WITH a sleeping pill, I sleep for 5 hours. That's it. No matter what time I took it, I'm awake 5 hours later. OK, that's my sleep schedule, I can adjust (and have adjusted). Now my body is rejecting even that pattern. The past three nights have been so putrid that I'm on the verge of tears. Now I sleep for a maximum of 4 hours, apparently. </p>
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<p>I am irritable, cranky, unproductive, and lazy. I cannot even imagine working out right now, given that I drag myself out of bed in the morning and collapse on the sofa in a heap as soon as I get home from work (and last night I had plans with Mom, so I couldn't even do that until later when I got home for good). Yet, after such a great week of workouts last week, I *want* to go work out. And then when I don't, I berate myself and feel guilty.</p>
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<p>Something's gotta give here. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I just can't function this way for much longer. This morning I almost fell over from exhaustion, and that was after showering and getting dressed for work, not even right when I got up. By mid-morning I usually feel OK. It's the rest of the day that's totally screwed. </p>
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<p>Thanks for letting me vent. </p>