On Being Tired
I want to sleep most of the time. Is this normal? Spreadsheets, they make me tired. And checking reports. I'll feel vaguely drowsy and then suddenly *BANG* Micro-sleep! *BANG*. The worst thing is the daydreams. One moment I'll be in the office, the next I'll be running from a glowing millipede, then without a continuity break I'll be back at my desk, realising that I've drifted off again.
There was a time when I got noticed doing this at work. I'm quite good at catching myself and often I'll go and do something like have tea, stand up, talk to someone or go to the loo and sit still with my eyes shut for a bit. That last one feels like a really big secret, but why should it be? In an office there are very few places where you can be in a room without other people in it. There's the toilets and the stationary cupboard and that's it.
Tiredness makes it more difficult to do things. The psychological battle to make myself do something worthwhile is a tricky one, but I am usually victorious. I'm quite capable of ignoring my tiredness provided I'm busy. Driving is positively scary when you're tired.
Are you supposed to relax at weekends? Totally? Because our weekends are always, always full and that is surely a good thing. Yet it makes the week far more difficult. Imagine a weekend spent watching DVD's, going for a walk and reading. Anti-social, but relaxing. Oh and having a really long bath. Nice!
In the end though, it doesn't matter. I'm alright. Tiredness afflicts me, but I'm not dominated by it. I often wonder that if I got fitter, would I be less tired? There's no evidence to the positive at times when I have been fitter, but perhaps I don't do enough.
Perhaps it's the price of a full life!
There was a time when I got noticed doing this at work. I'm quite good at catching myself and often I'll go and do something like have tea, stand up, talk to someone or go to the loo and sit still with my eyes shut for a bit. That last one feels like a really big secret, but why should it be? In an office there are very few places where you can be in a room without other people in it. There's the toilets and the stationary cupboard and that's it.
Tiredness makes it more difficult to do things. The psychological battle to make myself do something worthwhile is a tricky one, but I am usually victorious. I'm quite capable of ignoring my tiredness provided I'm busy. Driving is positively scary when you're tired.
Are you supposed to relax at weekends? Totally? Because our weekends are always, always full and that is surely a good thing. Yet it makes the week far more difficult. Imagine a weekend spent watching DVD's, going for a walk and reading. Anti-social, but relaxing. Oh and having a really long bath. Nice!
In the end though, it doesn't matter. I'm alright. Tiredness afflicts me, but I'm not dominated by it. I often wonder that if I got fitter, would I be less tired? There's no evidence to the positive at times when I have been fitter, but perhaps I don't do enough.
Perhaps it's the price of a full life!