Sleep, you Beeotch, why do you betray me night after night? Has menopause turned you against me forever? Once you were my solace, my respite from the cares of the day, my private haven of rejuvenation so encompassing that I never even woke to tinkle. Now you tease me, making me believe you are right there under the sheets when I am exhausted -- and because of you I am always exhausted -- then you disappear and leave my mind racing. Even when you do grace me with your presence, you play the all-night, every-night torment dance with me: wake up, hot flash, throw off the covers, get cold, cover up, fall back asleep. Until the next dance.
Sleep, I'm begging you -- can't we be friends again?!
Sleep, I'm begging you -- can't we be friends again?!
I feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. It doesn't help physically, but it sure helps emotionally to know I'm not the only one going through this craziness!
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