My brain is apparently allergic to sleep.
I would kill for a solid eight hours of slumber. I’ve mentioned my night terrors, but I also have jacked up sleep patterns and go through bouts of insomnia. Insomnia is awful when you’re lying there staring into the darkness and your brain is just sparking constantly like a nighttime summer meadow full of lightning bugs. My brother had it worse than I do and he had a physical job, which I would have thought would have made him fall asleep easier, but it didn’t. He used to drink at night to try and find the land of slumber, but when he gave up drinking, he had to resort to various prescribed sleeping pills that didn’t really work. He even went through an expensive sleep study that confirmed he had sleep issues (Well, duh, he already knew that) but didn’t solve them.
But occasional bouts of insomnia are only part of the problem. I used to sleep through the night and get a solid 8 hours — or more! — of sleep. Not anymore. Now, I’m lucky if I sleep six straight.
The older I get, the worse it gets
My dad used to complain about not sleeping, but I kind of dismissed it because he was retired and could sleep whenever he wanted to. Now I kind of feel guilty about that attitude because, apparently, I’m turning into him. In fact, some recessive farmer gene appears to have kicked in as well and now I wake at the crack of dawn, regardless of what time I went to bed (last night, I went to bed at 1 a.m. and woke up at 5:30 a.m.). When my dad was in the Air Force, he never needed an alarm clock and it is starting to make sense.
My sleep patterns have gotten worse since I’ve been unemployed. (I went through this before during the Year of Sean and touched on it in this post). Now I have to plan my days around naps. I usually start to feel like I’ve been drugged around 10 to 11 a.m. and have to crash. Then, anywhere between 2 to 4 p.m. is nap number two. Geezus, I sound like an old man. This could be problematic when I finally return to an office environment. I need to research companies with liberal napping policies. Oh, to be working during the Dot Com Era when some companies actually provided nap rooms.
A new annoyance
Anyway, now my dream factory, which has made sleep somewhat problematic in the past, is back in action and churning out content. Nothing heart-rending or terrifying. No, it’s much more benign, though possibly more annoying. I keep dreaming that someone rings my doorbell. It’s so real that it wakes me up. Groggily I climb out of bed to go see who is there. It just happened again, which is why I’m up writing this stupid blog post because I couldn’t fall back to sleep. This time I didn’t make it all the way to the front door because the Houseguest is sleeping on the couch (I’m getting new floors put into her bedroom) and I realized she would have woken up. (She just told me “Not necessarily.”)
So basically, my stupid brain is playing a game of dingdong ditch with me. Awesome.
Anyway, now the sun is up and I’m feeling a little tired. Might be time for an early nap.
So, do you have any sleep-related issues? If so, share them in the comments.
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