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Nov. 22nd, 2017 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeDay two. Still waking up on time, rolling out of bed and taking meds. Non-standard experiences include weirdass dreams about foot-long childlike-intelligent hornets that I blame on the melatonin given that vivid weird dreams are a known side effect, slight headache, and slight leg cramp which has been an ongoing thing since before I started taking the levothyroxine. The slight headache I think is more the fault of me getting inspired right around bedtime to write a few words and plot a bunch on Long Road and therefore getting less than I'd already determined was optimal sleep for winter. Also it was a very slight headache, enough to know it was there and be irritating but not enough to do much more than throw an aspirin at it and call it a day.
... Right, I was going to look up potassium and magnesium supplements on the website where I get my melatonin, for the leg cramp. Although it's slowly easing up in degree so I'm not sure I would need it. I guess we'll see after a week or two.
I do feel slightly sleep deprived but that's what happens when you go to bed 30-40 minutes past your bedtime. And the whole an extra hour of sleep in winter definitely predates my thyroid issues, so I should actually, you know. Do that thing. Especially if I'm going to wake up almost immediately now. I should start moving up my evening reminders too, actually, because that usually takes 20 minutes and then I'm an hour winding myself down and getting into bed, so.
Ah yes, a new social media a new HOW MUCH/FAST DO YOU WRITE? A lot. I write a lot, fast. Because back when I was unmedicated and working part time I broke my brain permanently and it rewired itself.
Actually I should discuss that at some point because partly I did break my brain to have no problems writing 3-5k words in a day, 10-12 on a day I can devote to it. But I also taught myself how to see patterns and draw connections in things while I'm asleep, while I'm not actively thinking about stuff, the number of times I've been writing an outline or a short story or synopsis and gone "oh wait that makes sense because [thing that happened earlier] and then obviously [fix for problem] because [character trait I'd thrown in before on a lark]" is just ridiculous. Somehow I trained myself to always be writing, even when I'm asleep or working, to have those patterns hanging in the back of my head for future use. But I'm less sure on the process by which that happened than the process by which "oh you mean people don't commonly write 5k words per day?" happened.
I have no idea what's going on at work but the last couple of days are making me very glad I don't have work tomorrow. I know I'm supposed to be not tired anymore, and most ways I am, physically. Mentally my brain is all "you made me coordinate how many things and now you want me to work more no fuck you go watch tv." There was a lot of coordinating phone calls, dealing with fiddly bits on international orders, things that required adjusting and substituting and periodically getting interrupted to fetch stuff for customers at the front and man am I glad I'm on medication because if I had to deal with this while unmedicated.
Well, we know what happened, I let languages and physics and a lot of other shit drop is what happened. And tonight I technically don't have to do Arabic and Hindi but I might end up entering some new vocab into the flash cards anyway, we'll see what I have room for because I still have to bake the cake for tomorrow and start the tomato sauce. But. Damn. If I weren't on synthetic thyroid I would come home and be all "fuckit early bed cake tomorrow nothing else getting done."
... Right, I was going to look up potassium and magnesium supplements on the website where I get my melatonin, for the leg cramp. Although it's slowly easing up in degree so I'm not sure I would need it. I guess we'll see after a week or two.
I do feel slightly sleep deprived but that's what happens when you go to bed 30-40 minutes past your bedtime. And the whole an extra hour of sleep in winter definitely predates my thyroid issues, so I should actually, you know. Do that thing. Especially if I'm going to wake up almost immediately now. I should start moving up my evening reminders too, actually, because that usually takes 20 minutes and then I'm an hour winding myself down and getting into bed, so.
Ah yes, a new social media a new HOW MUCH/FAST DO YOU WRITE? A lot. I write a lot, fast. Because back when I was unmedicated and working part time I broke my brain permanently and it rewired itself.
Actually I should discuss that at some point because partly I did break my brain to have no problems writing 3-5k words in a day, 10-12 on a day I can devote to it. But I also taught myself how to see patterns and draw connections in things while I'm asleep, while I'm not actively thinking about stuff, the number of times I've been writing an outline or a short story or synopsis and gone "oh wait that makes sense because [thing that happened earlier] and then obviously [fix for problem] because [character trait I'd thrown in before on a lark]" is just ridiculous. Somehow I trained myself to always be writing, even when I'm asleep or working, to have those patterns hanging in the back of my head for future use. But I'm less sure on the process by which that happened than the process by which "oh you mean people don't commonly write 5k words per day?" happened.
I have no idea what's going on at work but the last couple of days are making me very glad I don't have work tomorrow. I know I'm supposed to be not tired anymore, and most ways I am, physically. Mentally my brain is all "you made me coordinate how many things and now you want me to work more no fuck you go watch tv." There was a lot of coordinating phone calls, dealing with fiddly bits on international orders, things that required adjusting and substituting and periodically getting interrupted to fetch stuff for customers at the front and man am I glad I'm on medication because if I had to deal with this while unmedicated.
Well, we know what happened, I let languages and physics and a lot of other shit drop is what happened. And tonight I technically don't have to do Arabic and Hindi but I might end up entering some new vocab into the flash cards anyway, we'll see what I have room for because I still have to bake the cake for tomorrow and start the tomato sauce. But. Damn. If I weren't on synthetic thyroid I would come home and be all "fuckit early bed cake tomorrow nothing else getting done."