Tag Archives: Sleep disorder

A cure for Insomnia?

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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?

Decisions, decisions. My brain is tired.

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In Zombie Mode at the moment. I spent the morning and early part of the afternoon visiting travel sites online and trying to find the best deal for a hotel and flight for Comic-Con in San Diego. No sleep last night and everything started jumbling together at a certain point, if you know what I mean. Passed out somewhere around 2 p.m. and woke up four hours later.  That was half-hour ago and I still don’t feel “all awake yet” so bear with me, Gentle Reader.  I am trying to sort out things in my muzzy head.

While my husband thinks I’m cute when I’m drowsy, I know I’m not nearly as adorable as Sleepy-Eyed Lucas.

I have several flight options–some better than others–and I am not too worrited about that.  The sticking point is there doesn’t appear to be a room to be had for July 11-July 16 at a hotel that is on the Comic-Con Shuttle route and within my budget. Benny found a deal with Hotels.com for a place about 10 miles away from the San Diego Convention Center that would save close to $500 off normal hotel rates.

Now I need to know how much a twice-daily cab ride from this Best Western Plus Otay Valley Hotel to SDCC and to and from the airport will cost.  Will it eat up what I’d save? Will my replacement PayPal debit card arrive in time for me to get this deal?  Should Benny go ahead and transfer the funds that have been donated thus far to our bank account, which would take three or four business days? Will that be too late to buy a ticket and make a deposit on the hotel?

Decisions,, decisions.  I know I can get in. But  will I ever really get there?  I feel as if the prize is just beyond my reach. Are my nerves getting to me? Would I benefit from a some restful, restorative sleep? As the folks in South Dakota used to say, “You betcha.”

I feel just a bit like this guy. I wonder if he also really needed a good night’s sleep?

What time is it, anyway????

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Fred Leslie as the old Rip

Fred Leslie as the old Rip (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Have you ever woken  up and been completely disoriented about what time it was and possibly even what day? Feeling like a character from some film noir?

The nap I mentioned I planned to take (in an earlier post) was delayed quite a bit as I worked on a little project to help out Benny.  Finally, completely bleary-eyed and feeling fuzzy-headed, I turned on the sound machine, closed my eyes to the midday sunlight filtering in and settled down . . .

And I remember nothing after that. For hours.

Except a few disjointed dreams, one featuring my hair (I think this nasty breakout around my hairline might have provoked that). I roused enough to note it was now dark outside before slipping into sleep’s embrace again.  No memory of hearing Benny return from shooting more video footage for the opening segment he is putting together for the arts council fundraiser.
I woke up to silence. No sound machine.  It was pitch dark.  I can’t read the clock without my glasses. How long have I been asleep?
I was suddenly seized with a fear I had somehow missed Friday completely. Missed going online to turn in my weekly unemployment claim. Possibly even worse–had I skipped Guyday Friday altogether? Guy would not be happy. Neither would my readers.

You do NOT forget my special day!!!

Perhaps I had turned into Rip Van Winkle?

So it was with some relief I retrieved my spectacles, opened my laptop and logged in to see it was still Friday. Very early Friday morning.  A time when I would normally still be awake.  I hadn’t skipped a day, but I had slept close to 12 hours. I guess I needed to catch up?

And now my left click button on my laptop is going bad. Benny says I hit it too hard, I think it’s more of a case of hitting it too often. This laptop is a few years old, but it’s been well and truly used both for work and for pleasure. Guess what the biggest part of the pleasure has been?

Hmmm. I think it has something to do with a certain tall, dark-haired, azure-eyed, exceptionally attractive and intelligent male with lots of talent, charisma, sex appeal and loveability.

Dazzling. Just--dazzlling.

Adventures with the Storyteller

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I think we all have a crush on this “so, so British and too cute” guy from BBC’s Cbeebies.  Perhaps I would sleep better if Storytelling Richard would visit me each night and tell me a wonderful story, before tucking me into bed with a “night, night, sleep tight” . . .  then again, I might be a trifle too “stirred” to sleep. Then again, perhaps I would have some really interesting dreams once Morpheus did claim me.

Main health effects of sleep deprivation (See ...

Main health effects of sleep deprivation (See Wikipedia:Sleep deprivation). Model: Mikael Häggström. To discuss image, please see Template talk:Häggström diagrams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(BTW, for the first time in days I was actually asleep when my husband prepared for work –he often finds me still awake–and I have no memory of hearing him moving about this morning. I slept until noon. Given when I fell asleep, that was a bit more than eight hours. The most sleep I have had in days. Nice.)