Saturday, July 26, 2008
Nothing Good Happens at 4 a.m.
For someone who enjoys sleeping as much as I do, it's still surprising how much trouble I have with it. Throughout my life I've struggled with insomnia, although luckily I've had a pretty good run without it lately. Sadly, my run seems to over and I'm now in the middle of a wretched insomnia cycle. Last night was particularly bad - I didn't get to sleep until well past five a.m. Needless to say, I'm not sure I've got Farmer's Market in me today. In fact, I'm not even sure what I'm doing up right now (oh yeah, the bloody nose, nevermind). The trouble with not sleeping is that you start to obsess (not me, of course) and worry all day if you'll be able to sleep or not. This, of course, becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy as the more you can't sleep, the more you can't sleep. I've tried everything there is - pills, tricks, chants (OK, that was just for fun), long hot baths, tea, and the list goes on and on. My worst run was last year after the concussion - I couldn't sleep for almost a month. Trust me when I say I was NOT a joy to be around. At some point, you just lose your filter and say whatever comes to mind (which isn't fun for anyone unfortunate enough to land in your path). Right now I'm not sure how long this will last, but I know the heat and the nosebleeds aren't helping at all. My friend DK said she has a new remedy for me - perhaps I'll give her a call today and check it out. It certainly can't hurt, right?