Recently I seem to be suffering from insomnia. But I don't think it is entirely my own fault, it's with the help of outside forces. And I'm not talking about anything supernatural. There is of course the usual things, but then there is the unusual things. The result though is the same, no matter what it is, what I do I end up waking up some time in the middle of the morning or night and staying awake. It is getting irritating to say the least. Here's a little list.
Stress at work
Big Momma getting up 10 times a night to have a tinkle (she's diabetic).
Not exercising enough so not physically exhausted.
An over active mind - lay down and then find it runs faster than a cheetah after a deer.
Pigeons in the roof who like to get up at first light - 4 a.m. to 5 a.m. ish.
Morning sunshine so hard it bounces of the walls under the curtains and it feels like an electric arc light is on.
Foxes who like to scream in the middle of the morning - they sound like they are in pain.
Being too hot in bed - the weather has really warmed up and the house gets hot.
Cat or cats.
House being generally noise conductive rather than dampening i.e. Big Moma gets up and everything heard.
Having good hearing
Drinking coffee or tea too late at night so effectively having a cafine hit.
High blood pressure - I am sure I have tinitus it's like hearing an old TV starting up all the time but I am learning to treat it as a friend.
Not getting enough sleep, leading to trying too hard to sleep leading to not getting sleep.
So there you have it a few of the little things which contrive to prevent me from getting a good nights sleep. Sometimes I'll end up with maybe 4 hours. Then I am a walking zombie the rest of the day. Then nobody can get an enthusiastic reaction out of me because how can you be enthusiastic when you're grumpy, tired and ready to kill at the drop of a hat? It's not possible. Certainly not when you have been fighting it for nights on end. So it must all mount up somewhere. All the lost sleep. Someone is steeling it in the night. I'm also afraid it may end up hallucinations, I'll see things floating about me which shouldn't be there. Like bright green rabbits with fangs, or find I am walking awake and sleeping. Where the dream world encroaches on the awake world and then the most difficult thing of all will be trying to work out which one is real and how to react correctly. If I'm asked a question by a Pooka (large invisible white rabbit - as in the film Harvey) will I end up talking to it, replying and then have other people react around me as if I am going crazy. Well they most likely will. I'll then be carted off with a white jacket wrapped around me to a nicely padded room. Where hopefully it will be quiet. If it is quiet then I'll eventually get some sleep.
So it seems there is no choice for the insomniac. You have to quitely start losing your marbles, bit by bit, then hopefully some carring sympathetic doctor can have you sectioned away where you get a couple of months being given back all the sleep you'd lost in the first place, curtisy of a relaxed, quiet, fox free, cat free, Big Momma free, non sound conductive and dimley lit environment.
Someone section me, please.
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