Not that I did anything major. That's what made it so sweet!
I tell you, I'm not the sort of person who has any trouble sleeping. Normally I'm fine with anywhere between 5 and 16 hours of sleep per day, and I just go to bed when I'm tired - I'm not going to sleep if I'm not tired! And then I wake up when I have to go in for work. If I wake up early, I go in early!
But sometimes, my sleep cycle will get all messed up, like with this flu. Man, when I'm down for the count with something nasty, I will sleep ALL DAY, to the extent that I can pull it off! My goal is to sleep right through that nasty sick funk. My little me-ules don't need my conscious mind directing the battle efforts! They know what they doing.
But the thing is, all that clock-disregarding sleeping straight through to the point where you have to get up and groggy around a bit before you can sleep again - when you finally do get well, your body is like on Pluto time. I spent the next week and a half trying to get back on Earth time, let alone California time!
Yesterday was the last of the trouble. I woke up at seven, and groaned in complaint. I didn't want to be up at seven! I could see out the window - more gray and rain, after a week of the same. Why was I up? I could sleep in. It was Saturday! I could get 8 or ten hours if I wanted! Recharge the batteries, pay back the 'sleep debt' after a week of fives! I didn't need to settle for that five hours. But one reason I never really have trouble with sleep is, I don't really stress over it or try to force it - eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired I always say!
So I was about to get up and go do something constructive, since I was awake anyway, when suddenly I said screw it. IT'S FUCKING SATURDAY. No FIVE HOUR BULL-SHIT! And so I did something I haven't in years: put on Genesis Genesis like I used to, low in the background to lull me to sleep, and tucked myself back in.
I woke up at 10:30am, the sun was shining. I kid you not, after a week of rain - I walked out under towering clouds riven by wide rents of blue, and the sun beaming all down through to warm my grateful face.
Then I took off up the mountain, perchance to see the sea. Places to go, and people to be. Or one person to be, actually, but man I was glad to be feeling like him again! Hate being sick and out of sorts.
Today I woke up just as easy and beautiful as you please, back in harmony with nature and God and all things.
Sleep's important, y'alls! I'm not sure I have any practical advice to offer on that score, but it sure is important.
I tell you, I'm not the sort of person who has any trouble sleeping. Normally I'm fine with anywhere between 5 and 16 hours of sleep per day, and I just go to bed when I'm tired - I'm not going to sleep if I'm not tired! And then I wake up when I have to go in for work. If I wake up early, I go in early!
But sometimes, my sleep cycle will get all messed up, like with this flu. Man, when I'm down for the count with something nasty, I will sleep ALL DAY, to the extent that I can pull it off! My goal is to sleep right through that nasty sick funk. My little me-ules don't need my conscious mind directing the battle efforts! They know what they doing.
But the thing is, all that clock-disregarding sleeping straight through to the point where you have to get up and groggy around a bit before you can sleep again - when you finally do get well, your body is like on Pluto time. I spent the next week and a half trying to get back on Earth time, let alone California time!
Yesterday was the last of the trouble. I woke up at seven, and groaned in complaint. I didn't want to be up at seven! I could see out the window - more gray and rain, after a week of the same. Why was I up? I could sleep in. It was Saturday! I could get 8 or ten hours if I wanted! Recharge the batteries, pay back the 'sleep debt' after a week of fives! I didn't need to settle for that five hours. But one reason I never really have trouble with sleep is, I don't really stress over it or try to force it - eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired I always say!
So I was about to get up and go do something constructive, since I was awake anyway, when suddenly I said screw it. IT'S FUCKING SATURDAY. No FIVE HOUR BULL-SHIT! And so I did something I haven't in years: put on Genesis Genesis like I used to, low in the background to lull me to sleep, and tucked myself back in.
I woke up at 10:30am, the sun was shining. I kid you not, after a week of rain - I walked out under towering clouds riven by wide rents of blue, and the sun beaming all down through to warm my grateful face.
Then I took off up the mountain, perchance to see the sea. Places to go, and people to be. Or one person to be, actually, but man I was glad to be feeling like him again! Hate being sick and out of sorts.
Today I woke up just as easy and beautiful as you please, back in harmony with nature and God and all things.
Sleep's important, y'alls! I'm not sure I have any practical advice to offer on that score, but it sure is important.
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For those of us whose whole plan of attack is sleep, these kinds of colds hit where he have no defense.
Hope you feel better soon!