Friday night I couldn’t get to sleep. Same again Saturday. I seemed to be experiencing some vague and nameless dread, some free-floating anxiety.
(I’ve never suffered from true insomnia, but I used to have lots of trouble getting to sleep at night, years ago. Such nights are rare now.)
Sunday night Xy gave me a Xanax. Damn. My anxieties simply evaporated. I felt good. That’s powerful medicine. I slept soundly, didn’t even turn once all night.
When I woke the this morning, the anxious feeling was back.
Whence the anxiety? I was truly mystified. Too many (other) drugs? Not enough exercise lately? I’ve been fretting about problems with the ROX media server, but that didn’t crop up until Saturday. Maybe it’s the fact that all my friends are pregnant and I’m not. What could it be?
Perhaps I was nervous about my dental appointment. I never used to worry about the dentist, because I only ever had one filling for the first 35 years of my life. But I’ve had something like six fillings in the last two years. It was starting to freak me out.
I went in for a check-up this afternoon and got a clean bill of health. Tonight I feel much relieved. So maybe that was it.