Every single night I go to bed exhausted from my day. I lay down with sweet dreams already forming.
Then it happens.
My feet get restless and my heart races. I'm not nervous or worried about anything. Life is good right now. It isn't a panic attack or anything else I understand.
Finally, the sleepies strike again and I lay down full of hope. And I'm off to dream land.
In my cool bedroom I pop back up burning hot. It feels like I am standing on top of a sand dune mid August in Idaho. 113* plus heat index. Nothing works to cool my burning skin. A cool wish cloth. A fresh glass of ice water. Stripping naked.
Then the heart burn hits.
You have got to be kidding me!
Is this what getting older feels like?
If anyone else was still awake in my house I would scream at them just to get rid of some of the frustration.
The joke isn't funny. It is miserable.