Sleep is Beautiful -- For You, Not Me

Two weeks on, and here we are.

I've been sick with some demon upper respiratory cold for the past two weeks. I haven't slept well in that time. If it's not the congestion or the cough waking me up, it's the feeling that I have ants crawling all over me that's been keeping me up at night (note: I've never had a single ant on me yet).

Last weekend -- a long, beautiful holiday weekend -- was spent on my couch. In addition, I had two days of near nuclear stress brought on by the continual stream of ants into the house. No matter how hard I try, they still get in.

Doesn't that sound insane? I really think that I can keep every ant out of my house? How many ants are there in the world?

This week there was movement on the ants, but that in itself brought on more stress due to potential effects of exposure to chemical fumes. It never ends, does it? One stress is replaced by another.

Am I really asking for that much? I want a to come in to work after a good night of sleep, have a fulfilling day, go home and have a beer with friends and relax. Right now, all of those seem so far out of my reach that it's pushing me further down the spiral. I suppose that I could just choose to be OK with the current situation, but I don't want to! I want to feel good, I want to be OK, I want to be normal.

Thanks for listening.