Whining and Whinging

It's 3:30am. I have given up sleep, and here I am. At the keyboard to whine and whinge. You lucky blog-reading person, you.

What a night! As short as it was.

I decided to go to sleep in my chair. And I did. For about an hour when I awoke in a sweat.

I changed my shirt and went to bed instead, but I didn't stay long because my newest affliction would not let me find a comfortable position.

The newest affliction is a torn rotator cuff and being a side sleeper, neither the left side nor the right provided relief.

Which was why I was in the chair to begin with, for there, I can more often find the angles that minimize the pain. 

The rotator cuff is my own diagnosis at this point, but whatever it is, I have a lot of upper arm and shoulder pain. Sometimes it pulses, even when I am not moving. It is most annoying and distracting. While one might sleep through a moderate, steady pain, pulsing pain renders repose nigh unto impossible.

So back went I to the chair.

But it's not easy because my positions are greatly constricted. Not only do I now have to deal with the new rotator cuff issue, but I am always positionally limited by my chronic scrotal pain. I won't try to describe the contortions in which I have to put my legs in order to try to limit said scrotal pain. I can do it, but with the added annoyance of the shoulder pain, it isn't exactly easy.

And then there was the heat. No matter what combination of blankets or non-blankets (be they  electric or regular), sweatshirts or no shirt (not quite no shirt, but you know ...),  I could not regulate my bodily temperature. When my core was warm, it was too warm, but my legs still felt cold. I do tend to have cold spots there.

What a mess am I! Sometimes, I feel like I must be 102 years old rather than 76. What a freaking year this has been.

And then, around 3 o'clock, I had an inkling. An inkling that I might not have taken my pills last night. Including that trazadone that usually helps to get me 5 or 6 hours on most nights. I checked the pill container. Sure enough. I was not about to take that pill at 3:30, so here am I. Pouring out my grief and woe to y'all.

So, the shoulder, heat, cold, and general discomfort got me up not long after 3. I might just as well have given up after the initial sweat-through at midnight.

In light of my ridiculous night, I have cancelled my brain surgeries for the day – the ones that I was going to perform and not the one one which I need to have done to me. I really should have someone examine my addled brain. Can they do brain transplants yet? Or, keep the brain and do a complete body transplant maybe?

I suppose that I will keep my mid-morning coffee meetup with the photo boys. It's been a month since we last met, and I can just sit there glassy-eyed while they talk and I don't, for that is how our meetings tend to go at the best of times.

Speaking of coffee, it is now 4 o'clock. Maybe I will have my second cup already so soon.

I hope this isn't too incoherent, for I am about to hit that Publish button regardless.