I know I said in my previous post that I probably wouldn’t be posting anymore this week. Looks like I lied. This’ll be a short one, though. It’s just that there’s been a development I feel I should document.
I overslept by more than an hour this morning.
I was an hour late to work.
This is so not like me. I am a timely person. If I’m late, usually it’s not by more than five minutes. I’ve certainly never been this late before.
Before I woke up, I kept having dreams that I didn’t get up in time to make it to the city where I soon go to try out for Jeopardy.
At work, I lied and said I’d forgotten to turn on my alarm.
I hadn’t. I woke up and noticed there was too much light in the room. I hoped that it was 8-something, but I had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t be. I glanced at my phone and saw it was 9:48. I’m supposed to be in by 9. F-U-C-Fudge. (Hey, I think I’m supposed to be family friendly here.)
I threw on some random clothes, grabbed a granola bar, took my meds, brushed my teeth, and left.
I am troubled by this. I know I didn’t forget to turn on my alarm because my phone was in the bed with me. That only ever happens when I press snooze and drop it wherever. Or as in this case, apparently, I turn it off.
But I have no memory of hearing the alarm at all. I’d even reached for the bedside to grab the phone, and for a second I was confused because my phone wasn’t there.
Yes, I press snooze. But I’m usually conscientious about it. I don’t turn off the alarm unless I’m clambering out of bed. And I always remember hearing the alarm.
Well, always except for today.
I don’t know what’s to blame. Seroquel? I did start doing a little oversleeping before the Seroquel, though. Not on this scale, of course. Maybe it’s a thyroid disorder.
Or perhaps it’s both the Seroquel and a thyroid disorder. With the Seroquel, I notice that I have extreme difficulty opening my eyes. I know I’ve mentioned that here before. Thyroid disorders run in my family, and there are a couple of other things that make me wonder if I have it, too. I need to stop twiddling my thumbs and get that checked out.
Whatever it is, apparently it’s slowly ruining my life.