This past Thursday was the worst though. I climbed into bed around 11, but never fell asleep. Sue came home around midnight, climbed into bed, and fell asleep while I tossed and turned. Around 1:30 I was so frustrated that I got up.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I sat on the couch and watched a movie. Around 3:30, when the movie finished, I climbed back into bed hoping that I would fall asleep. Thankfully I did, but but I ended up waking at 7:15. For the whole morning I felt awful from the lack of sleep. I physically felt sick, had a large headache, and couldn’t concentrate on anything.

Mid day I drove Sue and the kids to the airport. I contemplated ending my work day early, but I didn’t know what else to do. Instead I worked on some easy tasks. That night I stayed up as late as I could before going to bed, and wonderfully I fell asleep quickly and slept soundly until the morning.

That was my first real bout of what I think was insomnia. I am not looking forward to the next one.