Yesterday I wrote a post, slightly tongue-in-cheek, about a wonderful night of insomnia. I tried to make it sound humorous, though I don’t know if I succeeded. I don’t know if insomnia makes for the best comedic material, and more to the point, getting less than ten hours of sleep over nearly three days slightly dampens my writing ability… in the sense I wasn’t even trying to write full sentences.
But it’s haaaarrrrdd.
In truth, since Daylight Savings Time started in all its glory, my sleeping pattern has been completely fried. Before that, I had been doing fairly well. I was consistently in bed by 11pm, usually asleep within half an hour, and then awake at 7am and fairly alert. Sure, I had a few nights of bad sleep, as we all do, but for the better part of a month I was sleeping sound.
And then Daylight Savings Time came and kicked me in the groin. Repeatedly. For a week. Continue reading →
Gee, it’s getting late. I’ve had a good day, if I do say so. I accomplished everything I needed to do, including all my spring cleaning while still having time to play. I have a relatively early day tomorrow, so let’s get to bed well before midnight. That makes perfect sense.
That said, having a powerful imagination can also be a bad thing. As always, moderation is the key to all things. Having no imagination is terrible; having 100% imagination at all times every day is also terrible, just for different reasons. You need to find the happy medium. I realized this last night, more or less, as I struggled to fall asleep for the six-thousandth time in my life. Continue reading →
I love and hate alarm clocks. Love, because without one I would likely never wake up, and hate, because they wake me up… but they also sometimes don’t wake me up. This is almost always my fault, but bad design comes in as well.
This is a fantastic metaphor of my sleep.
I should mention right here than I am a poor sleeper and I am not a morning person. These two things likely reinforce each other. I need all the help I can get to wake up, and struggling against an alarm clock is really the last thing I need. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what’s happened the last … eight or so years. Continue reading →
If you are the average person, then there’s a good chance you are insane. Or at least drunk. That’s because if you don’t get enough sleep, your cognition and reflex speed slows down the same as if you had a blood-alcohol level of .05. If you pull an all-nighter, that number climbs to .10. Without sleep, you are a worse driver sober than you would be wide awake after chugging several beer.
All of this likely isn’t news. People function better when they get more sleep. It’s common sense, and anyone who had a terrible sleep can vouch for it. Or conversely, sleeping in on a weekend where you have nothing to do, especially after a very hectic week, is one of life’s greatest and yet simplest pleasures.
You know it’s a good sleep when you’re smiling during the photo shoot.
Let me begin with the warning: this post is almost a stream of consciousness. I will not be editing it, and I will certainly not be putting undue thought into anything concerning this. I am writing because I have to, not because I want to. I only want one thing, and right now that is the sweet embrace of sleep. It cannot come soon enough.
I do not sleep very well. I mean both the act of falling asleep and then actually sleeping throughout the night. I can’t seem to get this to work. I’ve wrote about sleep before, how it appears to be my rival, my Achilles’ heel. Within my family I am alone with this. My parents, my siblings, even my grandparents, all of them could fall asleep virtually at will. I alone do not possess this quality.
Napping, another skill cats have mastered.
Throughout my life I have used a variety of techniques to try to fall asleep. Some work, some don’t. None worked 100% of the time, but it’s good to have options. If one technique doesn’t work then I can try another. I will list them here, but first I will get a quick sketch of my sleep ability. If you struggle with sleep, you can compare yourself to me and figure out how you rate compared to me. Let’s get started. Continue reading →
Sleep is not my friend. We have a very strained relationship. As a general rule, I never fall asleep; I need to work for it. It has been this way my entire life. As a very young child I stopped taking naps in the afternoon. My parents tried, of course, but they said they could hear my babbling and playing virtually the entire time. I was a good kid, or at least not a destructive one, so my lack of napping was seen as a funny quirk and nothing more.
I’m going to assume this explains everything perfectly.
I remember attending daycare before kindergarten, so I must have been four or five at the time. We had a designated nap time. Everyone would lie down and have a nap. I did it, because I always listen to what I was supposed to do, but I never actually slept. I remember lying on my side, observing the darkened room, watching the caregivers walk around periodically and checking everyone. I rarely if ever fell asleep during this time. Not that I didn’t want to: falling asleep for an hour is far better than lying down quietly and not sleeping for an hour. I just couldn’t do it. Continue reading →