Would you believe that I have not been to bed yet? It’s 10 in the morning, and I’m just now starting to think about tucking myself in.
I’ve never been a good sleeper. I remember being as young as 5 and sleeping in until noon in the summertime, and staying up late enough to watch Saturday Night Live. There has never been a morning in my entire life when I’ve woken up and said, “I feel rested. Let’s get up and greet the day!” My mornings usually sound more like, “What is that bright stuff and why won’t it leave me alone?”
I’ve honed my morning procedure into an exact science, eliminating all the extraneous time-wasters like breakfast and hair-brushing and I’ve spent years carefully crafting a wardrobe that allows me to pick clothes for the day in less than 2 seconds, and not end up looking like a slob. Aside from the unbrushed hair. All this in an effort to milk those precious extra seconds of sleep.
Since my endo started taking over my life, my sleep has gotten even worse. I regularly sleep for 14 hour stretches, which then bleeds into the next day, forcing me to stay up even later than the night before because even I can’t fall back asleep 6 hours after a 14 hour marathon nap, until eventually my days just completely overlap.
Like last night.
Bear wanted to go out to eat since we had gift certificates and he had a crappy day, so I rolled over and went back to sleep to get as much rest as I could. Meanwhile, Bear puts in an entire 8 hour day, then comes home to find me yawning and wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I slept in until 4:30 in the AFTERNOON!
Part of the problem is my magical magnet mattress. When we first got it I remember trying to drag myself out of bed and physically not being able to. Like I had way too much iron in my blood and I was stuck to the magnets myself. The salesman told me that extra sleep was a common side effect, along with vivid dreams (Hoo Boy is that ever true. Be grateful I spare you.). Apparently the magnets increase your REM sleep, which is when you dream, and they increase the amount of sleep you get in general until your body heals itself.
Excellent, if it weren’t for the fact that I’d have to be Rip Van Winkle to get enough sleep for My body to heal itself.
I should really stop complaining though, because before this pad came along I couldn’t sleep at all. I’ll take too much sleep over too little any day.