Middle-aged Issue Number 215: Medication
I had a lousy sleep last night. Which is unlike me. I'm normally a pretty good sleeper. Shove on the fan if it's warm, a drop of lavender oil on the pillow if sleep is being elusive, but generally, I get my six hour of sleep pretty easily.
Not last night.
I was complaining about this to my similarly aged workmate today.
P: Forgive me if I'm a bit grumpy. I didn't sleep well.
Workmate: What happened? The cat keep you up?
P: No, I forgot to take my blood pressure meds yesterday morning. Only worked this out late, so I took them around 9 p.m. Thing is, there's a diuretic element to the tablet - I had to get up to piss like a racehorse every two hours. Not happy.
My workmate laughed. It appears they have a supplement they take for a condition which they have to take in the morning too. If it's after 3 pm they're up all night too.
Middle aged is a bitch.
Thankfully, the pill was taken at 8 a.m. this morning and I'm hoping that I'll have a better night's sleep.
At least I don't have a CPAP machine. One of the joys of watching MAFS was seeing one of the older couples with his CPAP machine. Dead sexy.
Mind you, it's a lot more palatable than Man-Bun One's veneers.
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