Sleep is a magical thing that we never seem to get enough/have enough of. There is always something in the way; not enough hours in the day, or too many thoughts running through your head. Whatever the reason, it seems to carry over and effect not just the next day but the one after, and so the cycle continues.
I went to be about midnight on Saturday and woke up about 8am. This was a long sleep for me and boy did I need it. No sooner had I crawled into bed with Jesse he had to go to church early and I fell back to sleep into delirious dreams. I had woken up with a headache, burning sore throat and a pimple on my tongue. Not the best start.
So now, I've taken a strong cold/flu tablet over 30 mins ago now. It's meant to make you heaps drowsy but I'm still awake. My throat is so sore I've now taken 2 more panadol and am waiting for them to kick in so I can get some sleep (oh yeah, my headache is back).
We'll see how we go.
