Which is where I thought I was, when my eyes popped open and I thought "Wow! I have a lot of energy this morning! Time to get up!" then noticed it was 11:30 p.m. Hmnmmf. I forced a nap and had unsatisfying sleep. I watched the clock at 12, 1, and 2. I tried playing and reading on my phone (read the Pope's speeches. What an insightful, modern, and intelligent man he is) and alternatively NOT playing on my phone. I tried a dark room and a light room. Finally I tried the Boring Audio Book sleep method, putting on a terrible narrator and a monotone text of little interest to me. Nada. By 3 a.m. I gave up and came downstairs to start the day. I made coffee, Hapi asked to go to school, but clearly knew things weren't usual as he asked "Are you ok?"
I started laundry. Made a weekend to-do list, and set up my notebook with other lists of a prednisone-inspired variety. It was quiet, I had energy, and dammit, I was gonna use it. Not looking forward to a crash later, but will have to deal.
It is now a respectable 4:30 a.m. I am on laundry load #3, and am eager to vacuum the front art room before the kids come for classes. I remember when my mom was being treated for Multiple Myeloma with high doses of Prednisone she would tell me she was up in the middle of the night cleaning. Happily. I totally get it. Usually though, this doesn't happen, so I can deal with it with positive cleaning and organizing actions. Maybe I can duck in for a nap later before classes start. Naps seem more reasonable than a night's sleep when one is riding the Solumedrol wave.
I get so many creative ideas when I have 'roid energy.' I think of new things to make, and have a couple goodies on the rear burner that would make excellent classes at Create. Thread drawing (not formal embroidery), sculptural pod strands (inspired by a book, but will be personalized) and a more specific quilt class would be great to prepare. I think about how my website could be better, ways I could promote my teaching better, and barely think about The Back or The Foot as the pred helps keep them in check. I get a little frustrated to think that while non-chronically ill auto-immune people do not get up at 3 a.m. to make lists, they do have more energy like these precious hours on a daily basis. I used to, too. Now it is only when I am taking medication that makes me fat and sometimes too hyper. So not fair!!
The coffee pot is empty. Time to clean out the fridge. Then the art room so I can get to some of the cool ideas that woke me up this morning!
What will you make today?