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So, it’s very early Monday morning. I have an hour to decide whether or not I’m even going to try to sleep. It’s around 3 am. I have a meeting at 9 and an appointment at 11:30, which means I have to be up at 8 at the latest, which means if it’s going to be worth it at all I have to be in bed shortly after 4 am.
My mind is still buzzing. I feel the pull of work. But I know I’ll be exhausted by 10 am and I can’t miss my appointment. My meeting might give me the buzz I need to keep going. But I’d been hoping to use this as an opportunity to switch over to a day schedule. Day schedule, schmay schedule, you say…but I like being awake for the boys. The quiet of the night has lost its allure.
I don’t get it. I really don’t. After my surgery, I slept as much as I needed to, more than I thought I possibly could. I continued to sleep well for a few days. When I was able to stay up more, I felt better. Better than I had before the pain that made the surgery necessary. I felt good even.
And then, just like that, I was back to my lack-of-sleep schedule.
Within days, I was back to being tired. Not nearly as tired as I’d been before, but more tired than I should be considering I’m getting more sleep than I was…it’s just during the day. It’s still about two weeks before I see the sleep doctor. I really, really hope he’s got a solution in mind, because I’ve got nothing. I have no idea how to fix this.
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I don’t usually swear. But occasionally it’s just appropriate.
I’m far too busy to be this damned tired!!!
It’s not even that I feel especially sick. It’s just that I feel especially tired. I can sleep, sleep reasonably well, and be fine. Then, about half or a third of the way through the day, an overwhelming wave of tiredness hits and I need to take a nap. I’ve tried to fight it. I used to be good at fighting back the need to sleep and slogging through whatever needed doing. But no more. Now, if I need to sleep, I’m going to accomplish very little until I do.
The most likely culprit is my poor sleep schedule. Actually, calling my sleep “scheduled” is laughable. Maybe, if I’m luck, one night out of seven do I get a solid, straight eight hours of sleep. Most of the time it’s more like four hours here and four hours there, or six hours and two, or two hours and four, or two hours and two, or some other combination. Some days I feel like I need two naps.
I’m tired of it. Both physically and emotionally. I’m going to plan a concerted “get on a schedule” effort. In order to do that, though, I have to wait for my term to be over. As things are, the nights I have class I cannot possibly get eight hours of sleep from the time I get home to the time I need to get up to get the boys ready for school. That messes up the next day, which messes up the next day, and on it goes. So, one more week of class and then I get a nice long break until January. I’m going to force my body onto a sleep schedule during that time.
If that doesn’t work after a few weeks of all-out trying, then I suppose it’s time to head to the doctor to find out what else might be wrong. Ugh.
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