I’m awake. I’m downstairs watching DVDs because my husband is trying to sleep upstairs (although I think he’s up right now for some reason - I told him to go back to sleep when I got up). I fell asleep around 10:30 last night with a migraine, and around 2 AM, I woke up with a start and haven’t been able to fall back asleep.
I never have a problem staying asleep. Falling asleep, yes, but usually, once I’m out, I’m out. I can’t freakin’ believe I’m awake.
At least the cats are enjoying having me up with them at this odd hour.
Luckily it’s the weekend, could be worse. For the past few years I haven’t been able to sleep more than a couple hours at a time, fortunately I’m single and retired so it’s not such a big deal.
Yeah, at least if I fall back asleep, I can sleep in a little. We have a bunch of errands to run tomorrow, though, and we needed to do some work on the house.
Plus, the construction company building a new house two doors down has been starting work at 8 freakin’ AM in the morning on Saturdays and Sundays, so that tends to wake me up at 8 or 9 on the weekends lately.
Hey there, I’m in much the same situation… my sleep patterns have gotten fucked recently. And I can almost never get back to sleep once I wake up.
As it is I went for a walk earlier tonight and then got home and decided to take a quick nap. That was around 7:30 pm. When I woke up, it was 1:30 am. Weird shit. It goes without saying that I lay down in bed and tried to get back to sleep, but that didn’t work.
I can also, however, mention the fact that Bonzai the cat is very happy that I am up in order to give him pets. I am not quite so happy.
That sounds familiar - I’m ready for bed at 8:30, but I just woke up at 2 for no reason. Odd for the girl who can usually sleep 12 hours at a stretch if she’s left without an alarm.
Both of the cats have been sitting near me staring at me. I know they’re trying to figure out why the hell I’m awake.
A.R. Cane, I’ve resorted to a dose of Thera-Flu. With luck, I’ll catch a couple more hours before we have to go out and run errands. Alcohol just makes me giggle lately, not sleep.
I just have to insert that I loved the typo on the word bourbon…now that’s classic.
Personally I have no sleep patterns which drives any woman who has ever tried to domesticate me NUTS.
I get drowsy, I nap.
I wake up at 3 a.m., I go find something to do.
I get drowsy again later, I nap.
-ad infinitum-
Three, four and five o’clock in the morning are marvellous times. Usually rubbish on the TV, but even here in a normally very busy part of London it’s uneerily quiet. You get the odd emergency vehicle unnecessarily blaring its siren along the Uxbridge Road (which boasts a triple-whammy of Police station, Fire station and Hospital with A&E [US=“Emergency Room”]) and the house shakes a bit when the odd freight train goes by on the Great Western Main Line. But otherwise, silence.
In recent weeks, I have taken to doing the (London) Times cryptic crossword at that time of the day and have been actually completing it more often and quicker than I would during more sane daylight.
I actually asked the doctor a few weeks ago if he’d give me something. He declined, saying that he considered them too addictive. But he suggested I try an over-the-counter herbal job instead. Having tried them before and found them useless, I actually bought something called “Sleep-Aid” which turned out to contain 50 mg of Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride - an antihistamine. Bugger: they don’t usually have any effect on me. I duly took one (as directed) 20 minutes before retiring but it seemed I actually slept worse than usual. I then decided, daringly, to exceed the stated dose: I took two(!) going to bed on Sunday the 16th. How long did I sleep for? An hour and a half.