I’ve been up for approximately 38 Hours now. I’m so tired right now
My longest was when I was 19, marathon studying and writing finals. I was up for 63 hours and used Tetley Tea as my stimulant. Was in London at the time. We all had a celebratory pint when exams were over and I promptly passed out.
Over 48 hours in college. On the third day I saw a film in a class and when they turned the lights off I started to hallucinate.
About 48 hours during basic military training. Stupid exercise. At that point I was barely able to tell apart my drill sergeant from an invading Russian.
Something over 40 hours. I was hallucinating by the end of it.
About 40 hours and reported for forum change.
A little over 72 hours straight studying for 1st semester finals my senior year of college. I aced them all but made the mistake of trying to go out partying after the last one rather than go to bed.
I woke up early the next morning on some stranger’s porch swing about 5 miles from where I disappeared and I was covered from head to toe in mud. I had to find my way back but no one would talk to me to even tell me where I was because they thought I was some kind of deranged homeless person. It took me a couple of hours to get oriented and find my way back.
Nobody saw me disappear and my girlfriend had already called the police to try and report me missing. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that I had glimpses of what happened. I hallucinated that I was under heavy fire in Vietnam (this was in 1995 and I have never been in the military) so I retreated to the unused backyard of the house I was staying in and hunkered down there until it was safe to “march” to meet up with my unit.
Sure enough, I went in the backyard and there was the remnants of a crude but large “foxhole” that I had tried to dig with my hands. That is why I was covered in filth. I still have no idea what happened during my march to find reinforcements or how I got that far.
Not recommended.
Not sure how long I was awake for one time straight but over the course of seven days I slept a total of 14 hours. At the end of it I slept for 27 hours straight - did not even wake up to use the bathroom.
I’ve got insomnia and used to take an assortment of sleeping meds that I would alternate between. I thought I’d go cold turkey and stayed up for over 72 hours. I actually started to hallucinate and I could see wispy humanoid ghostly objects. In the white noise of fans I could hear voices. I knew damn well that these were purely imaginary but now I can relate to people having involuntary hallucinations.
When my 2nd wife decided not to return to work following the birth of our daughter, I started wotking multiple jobs. I got 5 hours sleep on a good night. Three whole years are a fog to me.
Since I’ve noticed this thread in the wrong forum, I’ll move it.
I got up Wednesday morning at 6:30 am. Got up got ready for school. After school went to work for my 5 to 10 shift. The 10 to 6a person called in sick, nobody would cover so I worked 5 to 6a.
Went home showered for class on Thursday. Thursday after school we had a knowledge bowl competition. On the way back from knowledge bowl the 6 to midnight called in sick, so I went back in to work. The 10 to 6 shift no showed so I ended up stuck at work until 6 am Friday morning.
I went home, showered and went back to school. Friday after work we had an after school science project. I did that for an hour and a half before I went back to work. I was schedule to work 5p to 3a to cover the weekend bar rush, but again the 10 to 6 no showed so I figured I might as well just work til 6am.
Got off at 6 am and drank a ton of coffee while sitting at work so I wouldn’t fall asleep. Went and took my SAT around noon, I’m really not sure the exact time. I came home from taking the SAT and fell asleep for 13 hours.
I slept through my shift that night but my boss forgave me because of all the extra time I had spent at work. So Wednesday 6:30 am to Saturday afternoon. call it 3 days and 6 hours. so about 78 hours give or take a bit.
I honestly don’t know how long a period of time it was. I can put some rough parameters around it and say, possibly 72 hours. The last 2 days my mother was alive she was in such severe pain that I was giving her morphine injections just about every hour around the clock. I just kept moving and going and doing because that’s what you do in a situation like that. Oddly enough, it was our funeral director (an old family friend that had known me for years) who mentioned to the friend who had gone to the funeral home with me that he thought she should take me to a doctor. The friend did and the doctor took one look at me, gave me a sedative shot, and sent me home with my friend. I barely made it through the door and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up 20 hours later.
Five days. I don’t recommend it. I don’t think I’ve ever really recovered from it.
About 72 hours, working on multiple senior design projects in college. The hallucinations didn’t start until around 68 hours, about the same time my two teammates fell over, and I realized that I couldn’t sit down without doing the same. I finished typing our last report standing up at the computer, then got one of our roommates to drive us to school, where we took turns with other, similarly sleep-deprived students to present the report.
From what I recall, those were among the most…interesting…engineering reports I’ve ever heard. One guy was very insistent that the Fourier transform of [something or other] was blue, and I’m sure I delivered similar incoherencies. The professor, who had a bit of a trollish sense of humor, looked like he was dying at the back of the room. He actually ducked out the back door after the third repetition of “blue”, but the walls were thin enough that we could hear him laughing in the corridor.
I had a 37 hour work-day once. Godawful experience. Combination of month-end account-period close – which was hellacious even in normal times – with a server system crash. By the end, I was no better than drunk. Someone had to drive me home.
About 40 hours in December of 2010 shortly after my boyfriend’s son had a stroke due to an AVM - arteriovenous malformation.
About five days straight on a drilling site in Guatemala. I had about five hours sleep total during the period, just catnaps here and there.
Never again, at least not unless it’s of truly earth-shattering importance.
I don’t think I’ve gone more than 24 hours that I can remember. I may have gone longer when I was younger.
Two and a half days when I was 21 and writing my dissertation. When I was finished I had a three hour nap, did some coke, and then went out on the piss! Nowadays, if I get a single minute less than 7 hours every single night, I turn into Grumpy Cat until about 2 in the afternoon. What a difference 12 years makes.