The Pursuit of the Nap, Or The Eternal Quest For Happiness
I don't consider myself a chronic insomnia sufferer, but there's nothing else that can describe this bout of sleepless nights. The cause, I am going to say with certainty, is jetlag, though I've never had insomnia as a result of it before (Last time I just slept for a day and eased back into my normal timezone).
Friday, I got back from Japan. It was a nice flight and I definitely liked JAL's service more than United, which I had to fly last time with my husband because of his job. Japanese businesses seem, in general, to have better service than American companies, not to mention that United employees are 90% unhelpful, in my experience.
So Friday night, I go to bed and go to sleep at a decent hour because I hadn't really slept on the plane. 9:30 and I fall asleep. The next morning, Saturday, I wake up sometime before 10, like a normal Saturday for me, because I'm lazy.
Saturday night rolls around, I come home a bit late from visiting my friends and hop into bed. I close my eyes and lie awake for a few hours. I turn on the tv with the volume on low and put on a boring movie. I watch the whole thing. I fall asleep around 5 am, then wake sometime around 6:40. I can't get back to sleep until after 7:30 when both my parents have left for work. I sleep for an hour before I wake up again and decide to just hop online and do some writing, work on some fic.
The morning goes by, and in the afternoon my grandparents come over for dinner. After dinner, around 6:20ish to 6:30, I fall asleep on the couch. I'm hoping my family will be sympathetic and just let me sleep for a bit, but my grandma keeps asking, "Is she sleeping? Does she have jetlag? What about dessert?" So we have dessert, which is delicious frozen cheesecake, and they go home, I go and get a two hour nap, for which I am thankful but uneasy, but at the time, I could barely keep my eyes open to climb the stairs in our house. I wake up just before 10 and watch some television with my mother, have some warm milk despite how much I despise it, and eventually try to sleep again.
You're probably thinking I should have propped my eyes open at the point that I went to take the nap, but I tried. I tried very hard at that point to stay awake, but I literally couldn't. Thus, another night like the last. I fall asleep sometime around 5 am and I am awoken by my dad telling my mom that his car won't start, sometime around 7. Can't sleep any longer. Get up after they eventually leave. I try taking a nap later in the day, but it's restless and I can't do more than doze.
That night, I stick my head between two pillows and pray. No one is listening. Eventually sit up for a while watching the rerun of Rupaul's Drag Race and other trashy late night television. This is where it gets good.
Fall asleep at 5am, wake when my mom leaves for work and opens the garage under my room, but I am determined to go back to sleep because I am tired at this point. It's about 7:30. I fall asleep eventually, only to have my cat scratch me awake sometime around 8:20 because she is a bitch. I throw her off the bed abd try to fall asleep again. Collin calls to say good night just as I am getting back to sleep. Ha fucking ha, good night. So I get up and eat breakfast, watch some tv.
After I text my BFF about hanging out tonight, I throw my cat and my brother's cat outside and try to nap. 12ish: the house phone rings. 20 minutes later, my brother comes home from camping and the garage wakes me from the sleep I was just falling into. He comes in and tells me he is tired. I try not to murder him and I fall asleep again around 12:50 to 1ish. The phone rings 20 or so minutes later. Dan does not answer it because (this is really funny) he is napping. I knock over all my crap on my nightstand; cds, glasses, rings, book, gum, cellphone, everything goes flying. Answering machine picks up and the caller hangs up.
At this point, it becomes a series of noises and sounds that grate on my hypersensitive nerves that keep me from sleeping again until eventually I give up on it. Dan gets up, takes a shower, lets the cats in the house and his cat runs around like a maniac. My dad comes home and asks why I am sleeping (which I am not, because I am trying to smother myself with the pillow instead). My package from Japan arrives, etc, etc.
The universe hates me.
I'm going to get smashed tonight and hope I pass out.
Friday, I got back from Japan. It was a nice flight and I definitely liked JAL's service more than United, which I had to fly last time with my husband because of his job. Japanese businesses seem, in general, to have better service than American companies, not to mention that United employees are 90% unhelpful, in my experience.
So Friday night, I go to bed and go to sleep at a decent hour because I hadn't really slept on the plane. 9:30 and I fall asleep. The next morning, Saturday, I wake up sometime before 10, like a normal Saturday for me, because I'm lazy.
Saturday night rolls around, I come home a bit late from visiting my friends and hop into bed. I close my eyes and lie awake for a few hours. I turn on the tv with the volume on low and put on a boring movie. I watch the whole thing. I fall asleep around 5 am, then wake sometime around 6:40. I can't get back to sleep until after 7:30 when both my parents have left for work. I sleep for an hour before I wake up again and decide to just hop online and do some writing, work on some fic.
The morning goes by, and in the afternoon my grandparents come over for dinner. After dinner, around 6:20ish to 6:30, I fall asleep on the couch. I'm hoping my family will be sympathetic and just let me sleep for a bit, but my grandma keeps asking, "Is she sleeping? Does she have jetlag? What about dessert?" So we have dessert, which is delicious frozen cheesecake, and they go home, I go and get a two hour nap, for which I am thankful but uneasy, but at the time, I could barely keep my eyes open to climb the stairs in our house. I wake up just before 10 and watch some television with my mother, have some warm milk despite how much I despise it, and eventually try to sleep again.
You're probably thinking I should have propped my eyes open at the point that I went to take the nap, but I tried. I tried very hard at that point to stay awake, but I literally couldn't. Thus, another night like the last. I fall asleep sometime around 5 am and I am awoken by my dad telling my mom that his car won't start, sometime around 7. Can't sleep any longer. Get up after they eventually leave. I try taking a nap later in the day, but it's restless and I can't do more than doze.
That night, I stick my head between two pillows and pray. No one is listening. Eventually sit up for a while watching the rerun of Rupaul's Drag Race and other trashy late night television. This is where it gets good.
Fall asleep at 5am, wake when my mom leaves for work and opens the garage under my room, but I am determined to go back to sleep because I am tired at this point. It's about 7:30. I fall asleep eventually, only to have my cat scratch me awake sometime around 8:20 because she is a bitch. I throw her off the bed abd try to fall asleep again. Collin calls to say good night just as I am getting back to sleep. Ha fucking ha, good night. So I get up and eat breakfast, watch some tv.
After I text my BFF about hanging out tonight, I throw my cat and my brother's cat outside and try to nap. 12ish: the house phone rings. 20 minutes later, my brother comes home from camping and the garage wakes me from the sleep I was just falling into. He comes in and tells me he is tired. I try not to murder him and I fall asleep again around 12:50 to 1ish. The phone rings 20 or so minutes later. Dan does not answer it because (this is really funny) he is napping. I knock over all my crap on my nightstand; cds, glasses, rings, book, gum, cellphone, everything goes flying. Answering machine picks up and the caller hangs up.
At this point, it becomes a series of noises and sounds that grate on my hypersensitive nerves that keep me from sleeping again until eventually I give up on it. Dan gets up, takes a shower, lets the cats in the house and his cat runs around like a maniac. My dad comes home and asks why I am sleeping (which I am not, because I am trying to smother myself with the pillow instead). My package from Japan arrives, etc, etc.
The universe hates me.
I'm going to get smashed tonight and hope I pass out.