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I've been SO tired. I have been going to sleep between 8:30 and 9pm, waking up between 7 and 8am. I'll wake up and be checking my emails, then wake up between noon and 1:00pm and think 'wtf?!' I'll wake up, barely drag myself out the door to go coach, yawn through practice, have small spurts of energy, then hoof back home to go to sleep by 9, sleep the night through then repeat it all the next day. What's the issue?!
Well, a little more than a week ago I ran out of my narcolepsy drugs. "Get a refill," one might suggest. And that's what I did. Walgreen's has a great system where you can refill online and not have to talk to anyone on the phone or wait in long lines-- I love it. So a day before I ran out, I refilled it. A few hours later, though, I received an email with "Your prescription is NOT ready for pick up" in the subject line. Eh?? Apparently I'd exhausted my refills, and they had to contact the doctor's office before they could fill 'er up. Whatever. Unfortunately that took FOUR DAYS. Four days of sloth-like sleepiness. Four days where in the midst of my mental pep talk to get off my arss and to the gym, I'd fall asleep. Then when I got the email that all was well and ready, I'd lost my debit card. How could I pay the $30 copay without my only plastic? I never have cash and my teensy change cup held a mere $3.24 (I counted while praying for a miracle similar to the fish and loaves episode Jesus pulled to feed 500... swing and a miss). So it took me a couple of days to remember the archaic way of payment known as personal checks. I'd considered everything-- asking my parents for money until I could find my debit card, selling my eggs (supposedly you can get 10 G's for that!!), selling my plasma, liver, a kidney on the black market... you name it I considered it (minus prostitution-- gotta draw the line SOMEWHERE). Whilst weighing my options today, the light bulb of checks came to mind, and I'm happy to report that I now have my precious stimulants that will make life worth being awake for once again. This is great timing, as my night shift drama starts on Thursday and I pity the patient that has the narcoleptic nurse during the night shift when she's off her meds. Shoot.

In other news:
-Sprint Triathlon in one month. I am not ready in the least. The pool I swim at is closed until May 22nd which doesn't help my anxiety. Most anxiety remains in the run leg. Running isn't the same as it was last year, and I'm starting to think it never will be. A while ago I ran at the pace I used to do my 8 mile runs and could barely pound out three. Discouraging. I know that I've made small improvements since being de-booted, but I'm still mortified at the slow slow slow pace (no pun intended) of this 'comeback'.
-My team may or may not have made it to the playoffs. Confusing? Yes. Apparently we're tied for second with a team that beat us during the season. The head coach seems to think that the first tie-breaker is head to head competition, so we'd be screwed if that's the case. Either way we'll find out for sure tomorrow. Hopefully we get to go to playoffs. They've really worked hard this season, and have actually improved quite a bit. They really want to go to playoffs, too. I've been shocked at how much they care! So often in practice they're apathetic and not invested in what they're doing. I expected them to learn we may not be in the playoffs and shrug it off like the weather report. But they were pissed! It was great to see they had some fight in them.
-As I previously mentioned-- back to night shift this week. If there were anyway I could avoid the night shift, I'd do it. I have so much disdain and hate for working 7pm-7:30 (or 8, or 9...)am.
-The other night I was riding my bike home from work (at 9:30pm!!) Less than a mile from the hospital I saw a guy riding his bike and get hit by a taxi! I saw it coming and was like 'no...noo...nooo.. NO!' VERY luckily, the guy was fine, but his bike got mangled pretty badly. I stopped to make sure he was okay (not really sure what I would have done if he wasn't...) and ended up sticking around to be a witness. I figured that if I'd been hit, I would want someone to back me up. It's scary to be reminded that bad stuff happens when you mix bikes and cars. It's not like I forget-- every day I ride I am scared to death of doors and blind/arrogant/ignorant motorists, but to SEE it happen is just scary! I've never been a police witness before. That was weird.
-I had the privilege of working on Mother's Day. It was gloriously slow (I love it when holidays and weekends collide because the hospital gets sooo quiet!). But amidst the peace I found my mind wandering back home to the family gathering that I knew was happening. Admittedly during high school, I wasn't always thrilled to be at every family gathering (mostly the one that fell in September, usually on the last weekend of summer...). But each one that passes while I'm in this flat wasteland makes me miss them (and the family that gather) more and more. Some fantastic moms in that group.