Sleep-refreshing, restorative sleep–is something I crave. Unfortunately, I get far less of it than I would like. Insomnia is a common side effect of Fibromyalgia. Of course, it’s a vicious cycle. The less sound sleep I get, the more my connective tissues–muscles, tendons and ligaments–burn and ache. And the more I hurt, the harder it is for me to sleep. So this is why I am sometimes chatting with people in England and Poland and Australia at 3 a.m. As my husband said earlier tonight, “Well, dear, at least you’ve always got someone to talk to.”
I’ve tried various things outside of sleeping pills (which I have used, but have no desire to become addicted to) to help me sleep: sound machines, sleeping masks, aromatherapy, various types of pillows, and so forth. However, I really think if this chap would visit me every night speaking in warm and soothing tones, smiling and looking into my eyes with those big, luminous baby blues, he could hypnotize me right into a deep, deep sleep . . . and some lovely dreams. What do you think?
