Sunrise, Sunset...Oy!
Most people think that a sunrise is the beginning of a new day, but I beg to differ. To me, when the sun rises every morning it simply means my night is over. I usually haven't slept if I'm awake to see the sun come up, which means I'm frazzled and a little disappointed about the fact that sleep has avoided my grasp during every single night hour. Oh, don't get me wrong; I accomplish things when I can't sleep, it's the next day on which productivity becomes a problem. Because, you see, I figure, what's the point of putting myself to bed if my body and mind have spend an entire night resisting being put there?
So I stay up during the morning hours too, dragging out my bout of insomnia, waiting for that second wind and then the third to get me through the day. Sometimes this strategy works, sometimes it falls flat on its face.
Like today, for example! (There, you knew I was going to stop trying to be all poetic and literary and get to the point eventually, didn't you?) Although this particular insomniatic episode I can explain easily. I've been on muscle relaxants for two weeks, I didn't take any yesterday, and because they had been helping me fall asleep quickly and for ridiculously long stretches of time, I couldn't fall asleep without their expected assistance. Then when I stayed up later than my body could handle, the pain returned in full force, which also kept me from sleeping. There! I should be a goddam doctor. Now if only I could write prescriptions....JUST KIDDING! Kid in a candy store, folks...kid in a candy store (who would eventually end up in a metaphorical diabetic shock -- well, not really, but I think so on my bad days).
During my somewhat unsuccessful stint as an ungraduate student at UMass Amherst (Zoo Mass to those of you who haven't heard of it), I had quite a long case of insomnia. About six months, as I recall. My record is 74 hours without sleep, and trust me, that's fun once and then you never want it to happen again. I started seeing gnomes running around in the stairwell of my dorm and crazy shit like that. I think that's the point where your brain just gives you the finger and starts firing neurons in crazy directions just to spite you for not going to bed. It's a conspiracy I tell you! Okay, maybe not, but the human brain is a complicated organ which we know very little about...so you can't really, logically, scientifically rule anything out, including a conspiracy by ones own brain to cause halluconations when deprived of rest.
Okay, now it's quite clear to both me and I'm sure you that I've said too much, and my brain is misfiring in defense. So it's off to bed, or the couch, or wherever I can get comfortable until sleep eventually comes.
God bless your soul if you made it through this entire entry. I know I wouldn't have. :)
So I stay up during the morning hours too, dragging out my bout of insomnia, waiting for that second wind and then the third to get me through the day. Sometimes this strategy works, sometimes it falls flat on its face.
Like today, for example! (There, you knew I was going to stop trying to be all poetic and literary and get to the point eventually, didn't you?) Although this particular insomniatic episode I can explain easily. I've been on muscle relaxants for two weeks, I didn't take any yesterday, and because they had been helping me fall asleep quickly and for ridiculously long stretches of time, I couldn't fall asleep without their expected assistance. Then when I stayed up later than my body could handle, the pain returned in full force, which also kept me from sleeping. There! I should be a goddam doctor. Now if only I could write prescriptions....JUST KIDDING! Kid in a candy store, folks...kid in a candy store (who would eventually end up in a metaphorical diabetic shock -- well, not really, but I think so on my bad days).
During my somewhat unsuccessful stint as an ungraduate student at UMass Amherst (Zoo Mass to those of you who haven't heard of it), I had quite a long case of insomnia. About six months, as I recall. My record is 74 hours without sleep, and trust me, that's fun once and then you never want it to happen again. I started seeing gnomes running around in the stairwell of my dorm and crazy shit like that. I think that's the point where your brain just gives you the finger and starts firing neurons in crazy directions just to spite you for not going to bed. It's a conspiracy I tell you! Okay, maybe not, but the human brain is a complicated organ which we know very little about...so you can't really, logically, scientifically rule anything out, including a conspiracy by ones own brain to cause halluconations when deprived of rest.
Okay, now it's quite clear to both me and I'm sure you that I've said too much, and my brain is misfiring in defense. So it's off to bed, or the couch, or wherever I can get comfortable until sleep eventually comes.
God bless your soul if you made it through this entire entry. I know I wouldn't have. :)