Alexey Venetsianov ~ Sleeping Girl
I have always been an expert sleeper. I’m one of those people who wake up in the same position they went to sleep without any recollection of the hours in between. I’ve been known to sleep through earthquakes, storms and noisy parties. I have taken for granted my ability to sleep.
Until recently that is.
For the last three months I’ve woken up every hour and a half drenched in sweat. Hot and irritated, I find it difficult to go back to sleep. During the day I drink caffeine to keep me awake and at night I take ‘may cause drowsiness’ painkillers to knock me out. My life is a dance between stimulants and relaxants. I am aware of how unhealthy this is.
Being in sleep deficit makes me mentally unbalanced. I’m more emotional, make more mistakes and have no patience. My ex-husband was an insomniac — now I wonder if it is what eventually drove him mad.
This past week the hot flushes seemed to have eased and I’m sleeping through the night. I am grateful for feeling almost normal again. I’m still tired when I wake up, as if I haven’t yet caught up on my sleep, but the madness seems to be receding.
Do you suffer from insomnia or do you sleep like a baby? Do you have a cure for insomnia? Tell me about sleeping …
PS: The title of this post is a quote from the ‘To be or not to be’ speech in Hamlet. Hamlet is actually talking about killing himself — the sleep he speaks of is the sleep of death. Too creepy …