I was once brutally awoken by my clock radio and immediately despaired about it being Monday already. Went to the front door, found no newspaper there and had to go and do my morning visit to the porcelain throne with no fresh news. Horror!
While sitting there reading Friday’s paper, I started thinking the weekend went awfully quickly, and that it was weird that I only remembered stuff I did on Saturday and nothing on Sunday.
And then I realized I’d just absentmindedly primed the clock radio on Saturday night …
It was really nice to be able to go back to bed, but Monday morning was a special kind of hell. “It’s Monday! It’s really indubitably Monday!”
Yup. Back in the 90s, mrAru was deployed and I wasn’t employed at the time. I distinctly remember getting up and doing errands on a Monday, and the next thing I know friends are calling me to see if I wanted to do anything the next evening, which was Friday … I had sat down at my computer to play Eye of the Beholder 1 and that was all I remembered. I had obviously used the toilet, and showered and changed clothes, and kept myself fed and watered - but I can honestly say that I had no memory of the week passing. That is when I started restricting the amount of time I spent on the computer playing games - after that I would set an alarm and break up my housework and errands and playing on the computer, and keeping to a wake/sleep schedule. I also took to leaving the TV on so I would get an idea of the passing of time through the programming.
I once accidentally took a mix of drugs I shouldn’t have taken-- it was a combination of prescription and OTC, that the friggin’ uninformed PA told me to get, which did not mix well. I fell asleep around 6pm, and woke up around 9:30. It was light out, but it was summer. I felt like I’d slept all night, and so I thought I’d slept all the way until 9:30am. I got up, started getting breakfast, making coffee-- I felt really charged, actually. Then it started getting darker (it was the middle of the summer). That’s when I realized it was 9:30pm.
I couldn’t fall back to sleep, and gave up at midnight. I took the dogs out, which they loved, because they didn’t really like going out in the heat of the day. I did a bunch of stuff, from cleaning to watching a couple of Law & Order reruns, and I wrote my husband in Iraq a letter.
I never got tired until about 4pm, when I had some coffee, and stayed up until 7, then crashed until 6 the next morning.
It felt like I got a whole extra day, but probably I really only got about 6 hours.
I did call the clinic where I went, and found out how badly they’d screwed up my medication advice, and it’s good I went right to bed after taking it, because people have done some whacko things on the combination of stuff I was on.
Similar experience, inverted. I got on a plane one day, got off the day after the next day. The day between the two didn’t exist for me. I wouldn’t have minded much, but the thing was my niece was born on the day I didn’t experience.