Princess and the Pea

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It’s interesting that as you get older different types of gifts make you happy.  As a kid, toys were probably all I ever wanted.  This year I liked quite a few gifts and none of them were toys.

One gift in particular were flannel bed sheets.  Nice warm, cozy flannel sheets.  I guess I have to admit I have developed a thing for accessorizing my bed.

It all starts back when I was in high school and thought it would be a good idea to trade in my single bed for a hideaway bed.  It was not.  I of course didn’t realize this until much later.  A hideaway is basically sleeping on a couch.  There is no mattress to pull out, no real room to move, and it creases right down the middle where the fold is.  I guess age must play a part because as a teen I didn’t notice how uncomfortable it was.

Then I moved away from home and slept on the mattress provided by the dorms, the ones provided in Mexico and Guatemala which let’s be honest, were not much more than a thin piece of foam.  And then since I couldn’t afford to move out my furniture across country, the mattresses that came with my apartments.  I could feel every single coil and spring in those.  Those felt so rotten that when I did move my hideaway/couch across country it felt like sleeping on a cloud.  A cloud that went from cumulus to stratus in record time.

Then came the time when I lost my job in Utah and decided to move to Arizona.  I received my severance check and went right down to a furniture store and bought a nice, semi-expensive queen sized bed.  Ahh, the relief.

But like most things we get, I felt like I had to tweak it and make it even better.  First there was the duvet cover that had me sinking into the bed like I was being swaddled in a cocoon.  I then acquired a thin mattress protector pad thing that added just the slightest cushion.  And then a few months ago I bought another mattress pad (I don’t really know what these are called) that you put underneath the bottom sheet.  To top off the whole bed ensemble, I bought a tempurpedic pillow on black Friday that was marked down from $100 (insanely ridiculous) to $25 (still ridiculous for a pillow but compared to $100 it was worth it).

At the fluffiest points my bed comes up to my waist and I have to lift onto my toes to actually get on it.  Is it the prettiest bed?  Nope.  Does it still need a headboard?  I guess.  Should I put one of those skirt things around the bottom so it covers the mattress?  Probably.  But I don’t care.  No more waking up multiple times during the night b/c my back is sore or because I don’t have enough room to roll over on the other side.  Or because my shoulder and arm fell asleep because they were stuck in the crease of that wretched couch.

And now I have flannel sheets to make it extra soft, warm, and perfect.  It’s a wonder I’m able to get up at all in the mornings.  It may not be as high as in the Princess and the Pea, but man I love my bed.  Rather than upward, I may have to start expanding outward.  Grand King anyone?  Yes please.

*the pic looks a little funny but I was testing out how to directly upload from my phone.  Try to do that you preschool pipsqueaks (see post below)

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The Natural State

Everyone has those times in their lives when everything is so chaotic they can’t remember what day it is.  When you’re getting ready one morning and realize the entire week has passed and the last memory you had was from two weeks ago because everything since then is one gigantic blur.  So you neglect things.  Important things, like eating for example.  Or sleeping.  Or your blog.  Well, for me, this isn’t one of those times.  I’m eating plenty thank you.  I haven’t missed a meal, snack, semi-snack, or satisfied munchies in quite a while.

Anything less than 9 hours of sleep is unacceptable and don’t forget naps during the day.  I’m turning into a cat.  Well, except for bathing myself with my tongue and coughing up hairballs.  So why is it again that I’m negleting this blog?  I dunno.

I’m going to copy off myself and post pictures from my photoblog on here.  I took these over the Thanksgiving weekend when I went hiking at Petit Jean National Park.  It’s crazy that I love nature photography and Arkansas is the natural state.  But in all my years of growing up here this was my first time to ever go hiking here in Arkansas.  Go figure.

The Weekends Kills Me

But not in the way it does for other people my age.  I’m 28 and single and should be mixing it up with the best of them out on the town living a playful and carefree life.  Are my weekends even remotely close to being like this?  Yeah right.  Friday night I was watching some newsish show like 20/20 but got bored so I went and to my room and picked up the book I’m reading.  But I fell asleep around 9:30 and woke up about an hour later.  I could barely function to take out my contacts and then collapsed on my bed and didn’t get up Saturday until 11. 

Saturday night was spent reading and I went to bed around 11.  Got up a little after 7 Sunday morning and took a nap in the afternoon for about an hour and a half.  Well now I’m getting a little too much sleep so lastnight I make myself go to bed at 11 even though I’m not all that tired.  But I get up around 5:30 every morning so I figured I should try and get some sort of sleep for the night.  I don’t know how long I layed there before finally falling asleep but I’m sure it had to be at least an hour.  Then to top it off I woke up at 4 this morning and couldn’t fall back asleep.  Finally I got out of bed at quarter to 6 and came in to work at my usual time of 6:30-6:45ish. 

As of this moment I’m doing ok but I feel the crash coming soon.  I’ll leave work at 3 and since it’s finally a beautiful day out will end up at the park with my book.  The problem is that I’ll fall asleep and won’t be able to go to bed tonight and the pattern will repeat itself all week until my body can’t handle it and come Friday I’ll be going to bed at 9 or 9:30 (which is an improvement b/c I’ve been in bed by 8 before).

I guess I should be grateful I’m not out getting trashed like everyone else right?  It’s better for me in the long run right?  Oh man, I still have 5 1/2 hours of work left.  Not. Sure. I can. Make it.  Must. Sleep!

Being Sick Sucks

Let me start of by saying that I am not a sickly person.  The last time I had even so much as a cold was over 2 years ago.  I think there are a lot of factors that contribute to this.  I don’t have kids, I work in an isolate area so there’s limited contact with co-workers, I keep my distance from my roommate (who is sick ALL the time), I always get 7-8 hours of sleep or more, I over dress at the slightest drop in temperature, we keep our apartment at 75 degrees, and the moment I THINK I might be catching something I start chugging orange juice and take something for it.  I’m not necessarily saying that popping pills is the best way to go but it works for me.

On Saturday I woke up with a little bit of a sore throat but it went away during the day.  Sunday I woke up and it felt even more raw and as the afternoon went on I had a headache.  When my flight landed sunday, I went right straight to the store and bought orange juice and Benadryl and was in bed for the night by 7.  I thought the juice, Benadryl, and my humidifier would do the trick because I was convinced it was sinus related and the reason my throat was sore was because of all the drainage.  Well, I woke up about 3:30 Monday morning and my throat felt like it was on fire.  Then it occured to me that my roommate had bronchitis about a week and half before.  And she was sick for a while, hanging out in the living room coughing and blowing her nose before she finally went to the doctor to see what was wrong.  By then, she had full blown bronchitis.

So, I got up Monday and made my way to work feeling not the greatest but better than I had at 3:30.  I got the doctor and got an appointment for 10 that morning.  I told him my symptoms and he checked for strep throat and bronchitis and to my relief the tests came back negative.  I had been right all along and it was just a result of sinus congestion.  I was relieved it wasn’t anything more serious but ticked that I now have to pay for a doctor’s visit for something I already knew.  Whatever, better to be safe than sorry I guess.  Monday night I went to bed a little before 10.  I had a fitful sleep and when 5:40 rolled around for me to get up I thought I had died.

My head was throbbing, my ears were popping, I was coughing, and I could barely swallow because it hurt so bad.  I took some Benadryl and went back to bed only to wake up in time for the next dosage and to call my boss.  I pretty much slept until 4:30 in the afternoon.  And when I woke up I only felt slightly better.  But I stayed awake because I wanted to make sure that I could sleep through the night.  This morning I woke up around 5 and didn’t feel much different.  So I decided that I would be staying home for another day.  Then the most bazare thing happened.  I took some Advil and went back to sleep until 6:45.  When I woke up, my headache was gone, my ears weren’t clogged anymore, and I could barely feel any soreness in my throat.  Weird.  But I was still tired so I fell back asleep.  I woke up at 8 and felt fantastic – just really hungry.

I got up took a shower and started getting ready for the day.  I have just the slightest bit of congestion and dry throat but other than that nothing.  So I went ahead and came into work (a little late) since the doctor said I wasn’t contaigious.  So much for 2 years of being sick free.  Now I have to start all over.

Freddy Krueger, Welcome

I’m one of those people who, aside from my freshman year in college, has always needed my 8 hours of sleep or more.  And I was one of those people that could just will myself to sleep for 10, 12, or more hours at a time if need be.  Those days are becoming a distant memory I’m afraid.  I still require at least 7-8 hours of sleep but no longer can sleep for hours at a time.  Maybe it’s what happens when you get older, I don’t know.  But I do know that for me sleeping is precious time not to be wasted.  So I’m peeved when my time of rest causes anxiety and stress that result in long, grouchy days.

Lately I’ve been dreaming that I’m at work.  And not in some bazare, tripped out version of work but I’m doing my actual day in/day out, run of the mill stuff.  This blows!  The dream seems to last all night and the night seems to last forever so when I wake up I feel like I never left my job.  I’m exhausted in the morning and begin to resent having to go in when I feel like I just spent the night there.  This isn’t the first time I’ve had these crappy work dreams nor is it the first time I’ve had a bad nights sleep because of what I’ve been dreaming.

In high school I ran relays on the track team.  Many a night before a meet I had that “I’m trying to run with everything I’ve got but I’m not moving dream.”  Everything is in slow motion, I can see other teams passing me, my coach is on the side lines yelling, and try as I may I can not reach the finish line.

I once dreamed that I got engaged to a former co-worker.  This was and is the worst dream I’ve ever had in my life.  I remember that I wanted to say no but said yes because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings (??).  My plan was to turn him down later in private (he had asked in a semi-public place) but somehow word got out to the rest of my co-workers and I felt stuck.  And sick.  The dream was so real that I literally woke in a panic until I realized after almost a full minute that I did not have a ring on and that nothing had been real.

I returned home after a year and a half or serving a church mission in Guatemala and a week later dreamed I was asked to serve another mission.  The real one was all fine and dandy but in no way did I want to go again especially after I just got back.  And the real kicker was that instead of going someplace cool like back to Guatemala, I was asked to serve in Little Rock, Arkansas –  only a half hour away from my mom’s house.  What?  No thanks.  But I was stressed in the dream because I felt like I had to accept even though the circumstance was so bazare.

Towards the end of my senior year in college I dreamed I wasn’t eligible for graduation because I was short one credit.  I went into the counselor’s office and went over my credits and pointed out that I had met all the requirements.  She then told me that I had failed my hula class (yes I really took hula one semester.  I went to school in Hawaii) and that was causing me my graduation.  Apparently there was no way to make it up and I went around the campus trying to make appeals to whomever would listen but kept being told that all classes were meant for learning and that if I couldn’t take hula seriously then how would I be able to take life seriously and make a difference in the world?  Yeah, it didn’t make sense in my dream either. 

Why can’t I have a dream where all I do is sleep?   I think someone has a twisted sense of humor…..it’s probably me.