Welcome to Weird Wednesday, when I try to tell you something about school or life or an event that’s coming up, but generally just pointing out weird things that have happened to me. I’m cool with that. If you’re not, let me know!
I’ve developed insomnia. Well, I say I’ve developed it – I’ve had it for a while. It just seems to have got worse recently.
Two nights ago it wasn’t because I couldn’t sleep. It was because of the heat. Anyone in England right now … I sympathise. We’re not built for 32 degrees! Sure, so that’s freezing for some people. But I’m not some people. I’m a cool weather kind of girl.
It was because I fell out of bed.
How do you manage that, you ask. Well, it’s a high bed, let me just throw that out there. So I was falling about four or five feet. I was asleep, too, and I didn’t wake up until I was halfway down, having rolled off in the night.
I think that it was when I hit the chair that I woke up.
Yep, I hit my desk chair and took that down with me. Landed on the floor with an almighty thump, not having a clue what had happened (since I’d only just woken up), with most of my body hurting like Hades. I’d landed on my right kneecap and left cheek, but I’d also twisted or pulled something in my shoulder when I grabbed at something to stop myself falling.
My parents and brother came running to find me lying on the floor, groaning. I had no idea what had happened, to be quite honest. After putting arnica on my bruises I went back to bed, and I can still feel them. The one on my knee has come out quite a nice shade of purple, with a few green patches and little red lines through it. My cheek is far less dramatic, just a purple smudge that looks like a shadow until you look closer. But my shoulder does still kill.
Last night, however, was worse. I don’t know what was up with me, but you know that thing when you wake up and no matter what the clock says you’re absolutely convinced it was morning? Well, that happened for the first time at about half twelve, and I had a small run-in with my Dad when he found me getting dressed at that time…I had, in fact, just worked out what was happening and was about to go back to bed.
And then it happened again.
Every hour, in fact, until half past six when I gave up trying to sleep. (Then I had to go cycle to school).
I don’t know what it was. Maybe I was so desperate for morning that I woke up early … again and again. Maybe it was because I was thinking about cycling before I went to bed and I knew that I’d have to get up on time if I wanted to go by bike (which I’ve not done, really, before, so it was absolutely exhausting).
Maybe my brain was playing tricks on me.
But you know, it does that all the time anyway. Just look at my posts about writing. Characters all over the place, and now I start talking back to them. Aloud.
Have you ever woken up and thought it was morning? I once started making cakes at about 3am! Any funny stories to share?