#2270 maybe tonight

Sleep has been hard to come by the past few nights. Osi had a seizure cycle starting on Sunday night and continuing through Monday night. I find it difficult to sleep through her seizures. I wouldn't want to be left alone while I was having a seizure. I know she's a dog, but I try to be there with her to ease her through it somehow. The post-seizure time is tough, too.

It seemed like Osi was back to normal on Tuesday, so I went to bed around 8:30. I finished a book and was sound asleep by 9:00. I was awakened around 10:30 by Osi snoring. She was up on the bed and her head was kind of up by mine, but not totally. Still, I could hear her breathing loud and clear. MT was reading on his iPhone. He doesn't use the night feature which darkens the screen, so it is on at full brightness, illuminating the room. Then T came in looking for something his dad had.

I got back to sleep for a couple of hours. That's when Osi jumped off the bed. I figured she needed to go outside, so I came downstairs to let her out. The temperature was frigid - probably in the teens. I stood there with the door open and Osi just looked outside with a "Hell no! It's cold out there!" look on her face. She finally went out, did her business, and came back in.

Back in bed, it took a few minutes to get myself back to warmth under the blankets. Osi was restless, pacing and panting. MT had woken up - he's a light sleeper anyway - and had the room illuminated again. T was watching TV in his room and doing T things that cause coughing. The volume on the TV was just loud enough that I could hear noise, but not dialogue or anything. I drifted off, only to wake up again around 2:45 by the panting, pacing dog and the hacking cough of my son.

That's when I lost my shit.

I pushed the dog out of the room, stomped into T's room where I commanded him to stop smoking and get to sleep. I took the dog downstairs and gave her a dropper full of CBD oil to get her to chill out. I was so cranky that I washed the dishes in my nightie at 3 AM while I swore about the injustice of not being able to get a good night's sleep. I started the dishwasher and lulled by the white noise it made, I wrapped myself in a blanket and laid down on the couch. Osi decided to join me and so 60 lbs of dog landed on my legs and scooched up to my chest, wriggling between me and the back of the couch. Not comfortable, but warm. I eventually moved over to the loveseat when I got too warm and felt in danger of falling off the couch. Osi groaned with pleasure and stretched out all her legs when I got up.

Too soon, my Google Home sounded the wake up alarm. I stumbled up the stairs and dozed for another 30 minutes until I absolutely had to get up and get ready for work.

I feel like I did okay at work today until about 3:00. That's when I started to get a little rummy and I had to focus on tasks that didn't need a lot of brain power.

I know, I know. First world problems. But not getting enough sleep is no joke.

Now I'm sitting on the couch watching Game 7 of the World Series. I feel like pretty much the minute I wrap up this post I will slouch over with my favorite soft, fluffy, pink blanket and just give up. I mean, I'd love to see who wins the World Series, but I don't know if I'll make it through another 15 outs.

Sleep well, friends! Get your ZZZs while you can!