#Being tired all day and awake at night

[inlove-with-me-myself-and-i]

[ff2-soda-pop]

I'm starting to question if I should even bother with the stupid paper.... I'm probably just gonna fail anyways lmao

[umilily]

petition for my body to sleep normal hours.

[sonicunleash]

Considering taking an adderall and pulling an all-nighter to draw perhaps. honestly i think im at the healthiest ive ever been

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Would like to make a request for the Runaway Bride one!

Gil had an accident and Thena patches him up as good as she can, with his help and instructions.

I really love your work! Keep it up!

"Is it...how does that feel?"

Gil smiled at Thena from being laid on the bed, his leg elevated on his pillow (his head was on hers, so he wouldn't risk getting any blood on it.

He had been out 'lumberjacking', as Thena called it, when a stray animal had startled him. His swing went amiss and next thing he knew he had one hell of a cut along his leg from just above his knee. He was lucky to have made it home to Thena using it as a cane.

She had run out of the cabin practically screaming at him.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he sighed, his vision still flitting and hazy from all of his lost blood. She had already made some very weak tea with plenty of honey in it for him, as well as some blueberries she was going to use for cobbler, he assumed. "I'm feeling better already."

"Gilgamesh," she sighed, in no mood to be placated by sweet words. She glared at him faintly, "I mean it. How is the pain?"

He sighed again. In truth, his knee was aching, his muscles were burning, and at the same time he felt chilled to the bone. Walking however far he had certainly hadn't helped the injury.

Thena sat herself beside him, picking up his heavy hand between hers. "Really, Gil."

He smiled at her again, because she was so sweet, his Runaway Bride. She had come so far from the lost little fawn he had found in the woods. "It still hurts. But I feel a lot better than before."

Thena dropped her head to his hand she was holding aloft for him. She had held it together through all of his instruction of how to wash out his wound and apply a medicinal salve and bandage it up as best she could.

"I'm sorry, hon."

She looked up at him sharply.

He tilted his head towards her on the pillow, "I probably won't be able to get around on my own for a while. You'll have to-"

"Gil!" she pursed her lips, and he half expected her to complain about the workload he was putting on her. But then, that wouldn't be Thena. Thena was no less afraid of hard work than she was the bears in the woods. "How could you apologise! You're hurt! This...this is the least I can do for you."

She brought his hand up to face his palm out, letting herself press her cheek into it. She sniffled, "I am still capable of a mere fraction of what you can do. But I owe you more than I will ever be able to express already."

Gil shook his head, "you don't-"

Thena leaned forward, and Gil almost wondered just how close she was going to get to him in this position. But she eyed him up close, letting him note every little ripple in the sea of green within her eyes. "I owe you my life as I now know it, Gilgamesh."

He could say he owed her just as much--that his life hadn't been the same since she dragged herself to his door. And in the best way possible, because she had no idea how much he looked forward to coming home to her making a mess in the kitchen, or sweeping the floors for the third time in a day. He no longer dozed off in his chair in front of the fire because he would rather crawl into bed and know that she was happily sleeping beside him.

He still feared the day that he would come home and find that his Runaway Bride had been found and dragged back to the altar.

Gil blinked out of his reverie, and he was pretty sure he had actually fallen asleep for a split second. Thena was adjusting him on the pillows and pulling a blanket over his legs. He looked around him, "you're gonna have to climb over me, I guess."

"I'm not sleeping in the bed."

"What?!"

Thena looked at him with a hint of her usual stubbornness. "You're hurt, Gil. Moving around in your sleep will only do more harm. I'll sleep in the bed when you're healed."

"Wh-" his jaw hung open, trying to conjure denial after denial. This was not what he had in mind. He waved his hand as she stood to dump out the ice cold bucket of rags and bandages. "That's-"

"No, Gilgamesh," she frowned, and the continued use of his full name made him pout more. "I can sleep on the hay bed while you heal. In the morning we'll test how well you can or can't walk."

Gil crossed his arms to himself, pouting as Thena disposed of the wash bucket contents. He thought he was supposed to get whatever he wanted when he was sick or suffering.

[nerdie-faerie]

Feeling a lil vindictive, a lil nasty this morning

So context, my brother had a work do last night and before he left he told my mum he'd becoming back here and doing so alone. So tell me why he called me at 3am when I'm trying to sleep but travel anxiety and says he's bringing two mates back? I tell him he can't I'm leaving at 6 tomorrow he just goes yeah they'll just be passing through your room. No I've gotta get up in 3 hours you can't be keeping up, yeah it's fine. The fuck it is not

Anyway so my alarm goes off 3 hours later I've barely slept, my brain already woke me up several times prior but that doesn't mean I'm turning my alarms off immediately or getting ready quietly after the prick disturbed my sleep

[watery-melon-baller]

woukd like to file a formal complaint for getting sick right now. I am in the midst of finals week. my project is due on Friday and I need to work on it. could i not have waited a few days. im drinking all the fluids and resting why is my body still unhappy. im doing all the things. please let me recover so I don't fail my fucking class <3

[pepprs]

not doing good. at all

[hellfireeddiemunson]

getting a tooth extraction is so weird. what a weird experience i’ve been having the past eight days

[chatonmagique]

Learning to sleep when I'm tired is such a bold act of selfcare out of my comfortzone with adhd. With so many days feeling unfinished filled with procrastinated responsibilities, leaving me exhausted thinking I've never done enough to sit back and relax let alone sleep. Even if that means a dysfunctional relationship with sleep and productivity, while spending the evening barely productive yet also not going to bed. That is all I'm used to so to allow myself to relax and go to bed when I'm tired, not because I'm done with everything and deserve to but because I physically need it to recharge and not mess up my ability to sleep well, is such a bold different choice to me.

[cetoddle]

idk idk i don’t think i can do this

[moodr1ng]

they need to make like uber eats for pharmacies. the days im out of my meds are also the days where im absolutely incapable of going outside to get more 😭😭

[astridthevalkyrie]

my mom finds it very hard to believe that I would be tired after waking up at 6:45 AM to go work and coming back at 7:45 PM and believes that I am just, quote, “being lazy”

[backpackingspace]

Do you guys ever bolt wide awake from a dead deep sleep? No ? Just me

[hotfuss]

i’m once again falling into another cycle of horrifying sleep schedule and work that is leaving me a shadow of a person and i want to cry so badly

[koishua]

when he makes me want to become the best version of myself :)