I'm not sleeping well these days. It's a problem that has been documented here before.
When I share this with other people I usually get a host of recommendations. I know people mean well when they say, "Have you tried [fill in the blank]?". The answer to that question is yes.
Yes, I've tried making the room dark. Yes, I've tried to read. Yes, I've tried a hot lavender bath while drinking sleepy time tea with Norah Jones playing in the background. Yes, I've tried benadryl and other more hefty sedatives...sometimes even a combination of both (with doctor's orders).
I'm working on other solutions and this post is not to solicit advice or sympathy. It's to confess my malicious intent on another human being.
John and I attended a free sleep disorder seminar through our local medical center last night. We were hoping for some answers or at least for some information from a medical professional. The place was packed, which might have something to do with the free dinner that was offered to attendees, but packed nonetheless.
After the lecture, the doctor took questions from the audience. Lots of people asked questions regarding their own sleep issues (snoring, restless leg syndrome, trouble breathing, insomnia, etc.). Let me tell you that we, the sleep deprived, are a desperate people. We're tired. We're cranky. We have a hard time thinking clearly. We want help.
Then it happened. A man in the opposite corner of the room (lucky for him) asked, "What about when you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow? Should I be concerned about that?" WHAT?!? The nerve!
I don't think he was trying to be cute and this is probably a very legitimate concern. But in a room full of people who can't sleep...it is in his best interest to ask that question in a one-on-one situation.
Grrr...on you Mr. Sleeper!
When I share this with other people I usually get a host of recommendations. I know people mean well when they say, "Have you tried [fill in the blank]?". The answer to that question is yes.
Yes, I've tried making the room dark. Yes, I've tried to read. Yes, I've tried a hot lavender bath while drinking sleepy time tea with Norah Jones playing in the background. Yes, I've tried benadryl and other more hefty sedatives...sometimes even a combination of both (with doctor's orders).
I'm working on other solutions and this post is not to solicit advice or sympathy. It's to confess my malicious intent on another human being.
John and I attended a free sleep disorder seminar through our local medical center last night. We were hoping for some answers or at least for some information from a medical professional. The place was packed, which might have something to do with the free dinner that was offered to attendees, but packed nonetheless.
After the lecture, the doctor took questions from the audience. Lots of people asked questions regarding their own sleep issues (snoring, restless leg syndrome, trouble breathing, insomnia, etc.). Let me tell you that we, the sleep deprived, are a desperate people. We're tired. We're cranky. We have a hard time thinking clearly. We want help.
Then it happened. A man in the opposite corner of the room (lucky for him) asked, "What about when you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow? Should I be concerned about that?" WHAT?!? The nerve!
I don't think he was trying to be cute and this is probably a very legitimate concern. But in a room full of people who can't sleep...it is in his best interest to ask that question in a one-on-one situation.
Grrr...on you Mr. Sleeper!
8:56 PM
I'm crying, I'm laughing so hard. I hate to tell you, but will since I'm states and states away...that I am one of those head hits the pillow kinds of people. Keep blogging! That's my advice that you asked me not to give, but I can't resist! Love ya!
Christi