Insomnia

I seem to have developed a case of insomnia. According to Wikipedia, the type I'm going through is "middle insomnia," meaning that I wake up in the middle of the night and then can't fall back asleep. It happened last night, it happened Monday night, it happened Friday night of last week, and I think it happened one other night, too - whatever night it was that Bernie woke me up peeing on the floor.

I don't know what's causing this - although I have my suspicions (it's not J or the animals (the animals might have woken me up two of those times, but they didn't keep me from going back to sleep), I'm not unduly stressed, so there is only one other conclusion I can draw, which I won't name here). I just know that it sucks trying to get through a workday on four hours of sleep, when I've always been the type of person to require at least seven hours in order to function well (preferably eight or nine).

So last night. I got up at 2:30 to use the bathroom, went back to bed, and then lay there, tossing and turning, for an hour. I got up and walked around the living room, sniffling a little because I knew the hard day that was coming, and I couldn't prevent it. I went back to bed. I got up and sat on the futon and petted the cats. I went back to bed. I got up and turned off the chimes on the grandfather clock, because I was just laying there, listening to it count off every 15 minutes of sleep that I was missing. I went back to bed. And finally I went back to sleep, for about half an hour.

Then the alarm rang.

I called in late and went back to bed after taking care of the animals, but I didn't fall back to sleep. I just lay there. So finally I just got up and came to work (after crying on J's shoulder a little bit about being so tired - I'm such a baby).

I don't know if I'm right about what's causing this, but I do know that I'll be going to the doctor later this month for my annual female stuff anyway, so I WILL be talking to her about my suspicions.

I can't take this. I need my sleep.