Finding the Fun

This new lifestyle of mine is kind of kicking my ass, so to speak. I can't count the times I've said that it's unbelievable how tired laying down all day makes you, but I'm pretty sure it's become the new "it" thing to come out of my mouth (or fingers, I guess, for how many times I can type it in one day too). But really! How ironic is it that laying in bed I'm more tired than if I had gone out like any other normal carefree day and gone about my business. I really should look into why that is, because all it seems that I do nowadays is sleep. Well, nap - I don't call anything less than 3 hours at a time actual sleep. So napping has become my biggest hobby right now. For example: I wake up with Rob when he gets ready for work in the morning, take a shower, and then make my way to the couch where I take my first nap after breakfast. I literally can't stay awake for an hour without getting tired again!

My first theory is the medication I've been on since my last appointment with the Peri. I'm taking about 10 mg. of Procardia (Nifedipine) ever 6 hours, which is actually a heart medicine as it turns out. Or at least it's used to treat high blood pressure and heart disease as well as preterm labor. One of the things it does is lower your blood pressure, which has left me a little light headed. My favorite word to describe how I feel most days is plain old wonky (and as I told Rob, look it up, it's actually in a dictionary, whoddathunkit). I find it really hard to focus on most things for a long period of time.

My second theory is sheer boredom. I think if we were still back in California this wouldn't be as big of an issue. For firsters, we'd probably still be living with Frick and Frack (the dork twins/best friends of Rob's, also known as Adam and Gregg for those in the know) and thankfully they always provided some form of entertainment, and some of it I'm actually pretty darn glad I don't have to put up with anymore. For seconds, I didn't feel like a lonely little hermit even when I was miserable and home alone. At least there I knew people who would stop by whether they were welcome or not, I have the girls I could gab with over the silliest nonesense. I know I'm not disconnected from the world completely, but it feels like that sometimes. Talking on the phone has never been a skill of mine, as soon as I pick up no words come out of my mouth. So it's been all e-mail with everyone I know, all the time. But the extent of my acquaintances here is very, very minimal. I just feel like I have nothing to do most of the time.

So how do you find the fun in bedrest? I mean, most people would kill to spend a day or two with nothing to do but lay in bed or recline on the couch, so what's the big deal if the day or two turns into a month or two, or more? I'm not going to answer that, but did I make my point? I'm already down enough as it is, I don't want to feel like I'm just pulling through this by my teeth. So I'm going to explore as many new horizons as possible. For starters, I'm going to try and learn a few new things with PSE so I can make better graphics. There's also plenty of TV to watch, and with new episodes to keep me entertained, that's a plus. My biggest addiction since Christmas has been playing The Sims 2. I got a couple of games for my laptop and if I don't fall asleep first I can play that for hours on end.

OK, so my "fun" so far, is far from being just that. I am keeping my eyes and ears open for other options though (so if you have an idea, please send it my way).