Last night we went to bed early. (If that’s not a euphemism for “got laid,” I don’t know what is!) I was asleep by eight, probably.
I woke up at midnight, thirsty as hell.
Stella had somehow gotten shut in the future living room and her whining had woken Brett up half an hour after I’d settled myself before the fire with a cheesy book and a bottle full of water. I let her out, confused at how she’d even gotten in there – the door was closed and latched and there was a box in front of it – and Brett went back to sleep.
I read more and quaffed my water. You know you’re dehydrated when you can drink 32 ounces of water before you have to pee. But at least I’d felt thirsty!
I’ve been trying really hard to drink enough water every day. It’s taken a couple of months, but now I actually get thirsty again, for the first time in a couple of years, I think.
Apparently when you’re chronically dehydrated, your thirst reflex stops working. You wander along simply not realizing you’re desperately thirsty, and your body spends all its time in a drought, trying to make do.
I’ve also rediscovered something I used to know but had forgotten: if you get up and have a glass of water first thing in the morning, it really gets the elimination cycle rolling for the day. The horrific constipation is gone since the miscarriage (thank God), but I’ve never been what you’d call terribly regular.
We all need much more water than we typically drink. Being dehydrated can contribute to all kinds of chronic pain and other malfunctions.
What surprizes me most, I guess, is how much water I had to drink and for how long before I started to get thirsty for water again! I used to be so good at staying hydrated, and somehow I just… quit doing it. I got to the point where I never really wanted water, and would suck down an obligatory glass or two every now and then, but I’d actually gotten to the point where I no longer preferred it to other beverages! What the hell was I thinking?!
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