Monday, July 11, 2005
So I turn out the lights approximately midnight thinking "oh, nelly I will sleep so hard tonight." Why do I think that?
After a couple of hours (H-O-U-R-S) of battling racing thoughts, droopy mattress, humid air, achy head, and the like, I make my way to the couch like one of those creepy sleepwalkers. Only I'm not sleepwalking, I'm wakewalking. I throw my pillow on one end of the couch, sigh self-piteously, lay down and try not to think about anything at all. For the rest of life.
2:08 a.m. Get up...get a mug...fill with water...swallow two Aleve...back to the couch.
5:17 a.m. Harley-tattoo neighbor man, Mark, who works a night shift, comes Harley-tattoo roaring in home from work. Crap. Mark. Ride a bicycyle, man. Really good exercise. And you could use a trim, now that I'm awake and thinking about it.
Pick up pillow...pick up bedsheet...go back to droopy mattress. Whine/weep like a baby for 30 seconds. Fall asleep at some point.
7:04 a.m. Wakey Wakey!!!! Yippee! It's Monday, and I am ready to open a vein!!!!! Woo Hoo!
3:10 p.m. Zombie. Total, utter, and complete.
It's almost become a bizarre curiosity to see how long I can function with this amount of sleep every night. The account cited above represents, on average, between 4-5 out of seven nights of the week. It really. really. stinks.
Would love some un-stale suggestions on how to fall and stay asleep. Anybody got any ideas? If you have no ideas, that's okay. Sympathizers also appreciated. Thanks. And now I need to crack open my third Diet Coke. Ta.
Maybe if you eat some turkey before bed since supposedly that has the triptophan or whatever it is that makes people all nap on Thanksgiving.
Couple of things: I know when I'm working out regularly I usually get to sleep more quickly. I don't know if you already have a standard routine, but 80 laps in the morning, followed by studying for the Bar all day has succeeded in knocking me right out for the last few weeks.
I read somewhere (in Self maybe?) that drinking a cup of milk before bed is good for getting you to sleep. My dad always had me do that when I was little so I guess Self proves that an old remedy actually works. However, I always used to warm it up in the microwave and put a few drops of vanilla in it. It's actually very yummy, if you like milk, which I do.
Citizen Kaney (that was my favorite)
Seriously, chocolate milk. With Hershey's syrup, not Nestle powder.
Another thing that makes a difference is to make sure your sleeping space is completely differentiated from any work space. Never do homework on your bed. (I can't remember if you're still in school or working--it's been a while since we've talked. In fact, so long that I thought you moved away from Boston. Did you move back?) If you have a desk in your room, try to make sure that you separate the areas between your bed and your desk.
I know how hard it is when you have roommates to have your desk in another room, but if you can do that, it really makes an amazing difference. Now that I have my own apartment, I just have my bed and dresser and clothes and stuff like that in my bedroom, and the office stuff out in the dining room. The only thing I use that room for is dressing and sleeping. So when I walk in that room at midnight, my body and my psyche know that I can relax in that room, don't have homework (or work, in my case now) hovering over me, metaphorically, in that room.
Thank you everyone for caring about my sleep deprivation. I think the tips about exercise, caffeine, and milk are pretty good. I wish I liked milk. Maybe chocolate milk. I can justify taking chocolate medicinally, can't I?
When I can't sleep, it's because of the same stuff-- thoughts, room temperature, stress, what not. I have no suggestions on how to make that better so you can sleep. I think I'm getting good at shutting down my brain though... telling myself when I can't sleep and should be sleeping that I should be sleeping and if I really cared about my emotional, physicaly and mental well being I would let my body rest. So that means resting my mind. It's like a treat I treat myself to. Mary, that's it. Give yourself the gift of sleep. The end. Good night.
You're so right. This morning, I'm sitting on the bus sipping breakfast (ie. Diet Nectar)and I got the strongest impression that I needed to quit this stuff, or my health will rapidly deteriorate. I was about halfway through my can, and I just stopped drinking. It scared me that much.
I gotta quit my Nectar. Hey, I've quit things before, I can do this. I just don't know what to do with the 12-pack at home now.
I'm so proud of you. Craigslist or EBay it. All the way. Or give it to the "needy". It's a pain in the richard to richard that stuff but someone's gotta richard it Richard. And that Richard is YOU, Richard.
P.S. Please visit my blog everyone. Please be my friend. I need blog friends. Thank you.
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