Sometimes I wonder if I have a sleeping disorder. I always appear to need a terrible amount of sleep with 8 hours as my minimum. If I don’t get it life becomes overwhelming and unmanageable. Things that wouldn’t cause me to blink an eye on a normal day become insurmountable problems and let’s be honest, there are likely to be tears too.
I might crawl by for a few days on less sleep than that or on a built up deficit from the weekend but sooner or later it will catch up with me. That happened last night. The day had been a bit stressful and I found myself disliking the new job again. But I went home and decided not to let it get to me. I pottered around at home, spent some time on the net and discussed with James what we should do for dinner. The fatal mistake was going upstairs to take a shower. The shower didn’t happen. Instead I lay down on my bed and let myself relax. James was not able to move me for dinner so he closed the mosquito nets around the bed and took himself off for something to eat. I remember him coming back at some point at which point I shifted up the bed to my pillow having passed out just curled up on the end of it. I woke at 1 feeling perky but passed out again as soon as I saw the time and then it was 6.15.
10 hours sleep. In my clothes. With my jewelry on. Barely noticing the aircon going on and off or James moving in and out of the room. And not even alcohol to blame. I needed it I tell you. I feel human again today.
I love a good sleep like that.
ReplyDeleteI tend to feel sickly for no reason and the only thing that fixes it is to go to sleep as early as I can manage and then I'm always right as rain the next day.