1:18 am
Huh. I just read something about night sweats and it jogged my memory: I used to have them, almost every night, for months, maybe closer to years. Well, I remember now that they came bad and almost nightly for at least…a year? Wow, the things we forget.
Anyway, I’d wake up almost every night, two or three times, and have to change my shirt, if not my entire outfit! It was annoying, as it constantly interrupted my sleep. Speaking of which, I used to wake up like four or five times most nights, too, meaning I never slept for more than two or three hours at a time.
Now? No sweats for a long time. So long that I’d forgotten all about them! Haven’t woken up once during the night (well, maybe a few times early morning). In fact, I usually go to bed by around midnight or 1, and then sleep through a full eight hours — just like I always did and how I’ve desperately wanted to for SO LONG. I can’t believe this has all slipped my mind! (I even Google’d “night sweats” many times, fearing I had like, cancer or premature menopause.)
I’ve been wanting to drink that bottle of red so badly the past couple of days, but I just wade through the craving — walking, procrastinating, finally working (reading, writing, and editing, i.e., sometimes too tedious to do when my mind is totally tracked on drinking red wine) — and hope that it passes and I go to bed sober. And, I am going to bed sober again tonight! So glad. So very glad.
Whew. Day 15 and counting…to day 30, again, and then day 60, again. And then…the elusive 90.
Drunky Drunk Girl 