Another sleepless night

I had another one of those nearly-sleepless-nights last night, and I'm trying to get to the bottom of it. It was different than the previous one, though. For one, I didn't feel all that tired. I had slept in that Sunday morning until 9pm, and went to bed sometime before Saturday Night Live went off the air, so I slept over 8 hours. This is unheard of for me.

Secondly, I worked really hard into the night, finishing my grading (grades were due today) and planning for the next day. The previous time, I had a calm night and went to bed fairly early. Last night, I had a harried night until 1:30am or so, then went to bed feeling kind of harried still. I was not surprised when I couldn't fall asleep. I began to feel some anxiety after I lay there a while that I would never be able to fall asleep, but I did fall asleep, at around 4 or so. The alarm clock rang at 5:30, and I was up and at 'em then. I didn't feel miserable in the morning, but I did feel miserable most of the day.

There's really not getting around it: I am really burning the candle at both ends. I don't use my weekend time well enough, true, but I spent a good portion of Saturday afternoon and then a huge portion Sunday on school work (planning and grading), I still feel behind. This is a big week, too: an observation by the Assistant Principal, a field trip, grades due. I'm also dealing with a particularly irritating situation at school in regards to my presenting at the National English Teachers Conference next week, and the situation is causing me lots of unneeded stress. I hope it might be rectified with a meeting tomorrow.

I didn't call in sick today after my 90 minutes of sleep, but I did skip my Monday night "class". I also made a doctor appointment, with a new doctor that I'm trying out. I haven't had a doctor in a really long time, but I feel like it's time. I've lost about a dozen pounds in the last couple of weeks as I've concentrated more and more on my health and my fitness, but I'm still getting strange heart racing and I'm still out of breath way more than someone who exercises as much as I do should be. I think it's probably stress related, or caffeine related (I've cut down on caffeine recently, and the weird heart stuff has stopped), but it's still scary. I'd also like a doctor who is mean to me about my weight. Really. I heard this guy is, kind of.

I realized just now that I made the appointment for 4 o'clock on Thursday, which is when I'm in Washington DC for the field trip. Oops. I was really excited about the doctor appointment, or at least excited that I went ahead and did it.