I hate it when bloggers go into long excuses laden explanations about why they haven't updated in elevendy billion days or so. I'll skip that. I'm here. I've been riding this roller coaster around the park for so long now I'm thinking the season pass might not be a bad investment. I can finally say I've got the anxiety mostly under control. The weird physical symptoms with seemingly no good explanation and the freaksome things that my mind makes up about them...not really better or worse. Still there. My current issue is a pinched nervy feeling in my left arm that's been around off and on for a month or so. My inner hypo is taking comfort in the fact that if I was having a heart attack a)it's been going on a loooong time and b)if it was heart related that kick boxing/step aerobics class I took yesterday would surely have finished me off. I had an interesting experience last night, my first (and if I have anything to say about it LAST) sleep study. The nice lady at Rex Hospital Sleep center attached about 20 electrodes to my scalp, FACE, legs, chest, a doohicky in my nose to torture me and a pulse monitor on my finger. All of these were attached to wires which were attached to a box. Did I mention I toss and turn a lot at night? Do they really think that trussing someone with sleep difficulties up with wiry torture devices is really going to give them a representative night sleep? Well, the good news is I don't have apnea. But I was pretty certain of that to start off with. I do now know, without a doubt that I am a sleep snob. I must have a variety of creature comforts without which bitchiness ensues. And then the hilarity. Oh the humanity. I need a nap.
Pic is a snap of the fine item currently decorating my cube at work. Target rocks.
