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Jul. 29th, 2020 04:52 pmI am at my wit's end with this sleep situation. I thought I had figured out the problem. One of the pills I take can cause sleeplessness, so I changed up when I take it. Shouldn't be an issue anymore. But my sleep has not improved at all.
Ironically, I have very little problem falling asleep, which would normally be my problem in summer. Considering I'm going to bed at 7pm when it's still in the upper eighties at least, I'm amazed I can get to sleep at all. (I hate summer with the vengeance of a thousand burning suns. Most of which appear to be dedicated to heating my house, as it turns out.) That's not the issue.
Instead, I'm waking up after a couple hours, drenched in sweat. Rinse, repeat every couple hours through the night. It takes longer and longer to fall asleep again each time. I'm usually awake for most of the time from 2:30 until 3:30 when I need to get up. To be clear, I have not always slept this poorly on this schedule. This is new. It isn't even any better on the weekends, which have traditionally been my reprieve when work anxiety kept me from sleeping.
It is probably the weather. I am going to keep telling myself it is the weather. Because that means that it will eventually get better. When I can curl up under my preferred quantity of blankets--six, three of which are comforters/down--in a room that is just slightly too chilly, I will sleep like the dead. I hope.
In the meantime, I am no longer a morning person as I usually am. I am a zombie at all hours. I yawn my way through the day. I am bleak and unpleasant to look at, particularly in the dim hours of the morning when we're all starting work. Also, half the words I type come out spelled backward, which I suspect might be a product of the exhaustion, rather than some new neurological failing in general.
I have always coped shockingly poorly with sleep deprivation. I learned early on that staying up late or otherwise cutting into sleep time was never worth the price I paid. I must have been the most well-rested college student in history because I simply couldn't function any other way.
I just need one good night. One good night and I could catch up, get things under control again. Remember how to make my fingers type in the right order. You know, the little things.
Ironically, I have very little problem falling asleep, which would normally be my problem in summer. Considering I'm going to bed at 7pm when it's still in the upper eighties at least, I'm amazed I can get to sleep at all. (I hate summer with the vengeance of a thousand burning suns. Most of which appear to be dedicated to heating my house, as it turns out.) That's not the issue.
Instead, I'm waking up after a couple hours, drenched in sweat. Rinse, repeat every couple hours through the night. It takes longer and longer to fall asleep again each time. I'm usually awake for most of the time from 2:30 until 3:30 when I need to get up. To be clear, I have not always slept this poorly on this schedule. This is new. It isn't even any better on the weekends, which have traditionally been my reprieve when work anxiety kept me from sleeping.
It is probably the weather. I am going to keep telling myself it is the weather. Because that means that it will eventually get better. When I can curl up under my preferred quantity of blankets--six, three of which are comforters/down--in a room that is just slightly too chilly, I will sleep like the dead. I hope.
In the meantime, I am no longer a morning person as I usually am. I am a zombie at all hours. I yawn my way through the day. I am bleak and unpleasant to look at, particularly in the dim hours of the morning when we're all starting work. Also, half the words I type come out spelled backward, which I suspect might be a product of the exhaustion, rather than some new neurological failing in general.
I have always coped shockingly poorly with sleep deprivation. I learned early on that staying up late or otherwise cutting into sleep time was never worth the price I paid. I must have been the most well-rested college student in history because I simply couldn't function any other way.
I just need one good night. One good night and I could catch up, get things under control again. Remember how to make my fingers type in the right order. You know, the little things.
