I can't get no sleep
Double negatives ahoy!
Next in the advent strop calendar: insomnia.
I go through phases of having trouble sleeping. Sometimes it becomes problematic; sometimes I can just progress as normal on little and fragmented sleep. I am currently somewhere in between those two realms. Although I am managing to get on with my daily activities, I have almost passed out on the way up the stairs to the office twice this week. I can't get to sleep for hours, then I wake up constantly throughout the night. I try not to focus on it, otherwise the alertness takes over even more. On Thursday night I decided to monitor the situation, however, so by the time I had woken up 6 times I thought I'd check the clock (a bad thing to get in the habit of doing when you're not sleeping): 1.30am. I'm not sure how I can manage on so little sleep, especially when I normally pass out anywhere with any kind of noise or distractions in the background. Perhaps I starve myself of sleep and then catch up for a few months. However I don't think this is healthy.
I went through the confident phase of thinking that I must just be one of those people who do not need to sleep. A young Margaret Thatcher (sans Tory mindset). So I put it to the test. In my Masters year I survived on about an hour of sleep each night for 3 weeks. And then I inevitably crashed and burned, in a horrifdic way.
So the sleep is clearly needed. The result is that whilst awake I float around in some odd half dream like state ("in the penumbra of uncertainty..." Garth Maranghi, 2004), and I feel frustrated and alert in the middle of the night. Perhaps I should start nightwalking. An old friend Evil Tom used to go nightwalking in Durham, and he'd meet up with all sorts of weird and wonderful nocturnal characters.
So, advice would be welcomed. I have tried all sorts of sleep rememdies etc. Perhaps I should use my time productively in the middle of the night. Please don't suggest reading, though.
Moon. xxx
Next in the advent strop calendar: insomnia.
I go through phases of having trouble sleeping. Sometimes it becomes problematic; sometimes I can just progress as normal on little and fragmented sleep. I am currently somewhere in between those two realms. Although I am managing to get on with my daily activities, I have almost passed out on the way up the stairs to the office twice this week. I can't get to sleep for hours, then I wake up constantly throughout the night. I try not to focus on it, otherwise the alertness takes over even more. On Thursday night I decided to monitor the situation, however, so by the time I had woken up 6 times I thought I'd check the clock (a bad thing to get in the habit of doing when you're not sleeping): 1.30am. I'm not sure how I can manage on so little sleep, especially when I normally pass out anywhere with any kind of noise or distractions in the background. Perhaps I starve myself of sleep and then catch up for a few months. However I don't think this is healthy.
I went through the confident phase of thinking that I must just be one of those people who do not need to sleep. A young Margaret Thatcher (sans Tory mindset). So I put it to the test. In my Masters year I survived on about an hour of sleep each night for 3 weeks. And then I inevitably crashed and burned, in a horrifdic way.
So the sleep is clearly needed. The result is that whilst awake I float around in some odd half dream like state ("in the penumbra of uncertainty..." Garth Maranghi, 2004), and I feel frustrated and alert in the middle of the night. Perhaps I should start nightwalking. An old friend Evil Tom used to go nightwalking in Durham, and he'd meet up with all sorts of weird and wonderful nocturnal characters.
So, advice would be welcomed. I have tried all sorts of sleep rememdies etc. Perhaps I should use my time productively in the middle of the night. Please don't suggest reading, though.
Moon. xxx
8 Comments:
At 1:23 pm, Salty Dog said…
Ah... a subject dear to me...
During my PhD (or at least the first 2.5 years) I could not sleep at all. I went for perhaps 2 months at a time on 1 - 2 hours sleep. The problem for me is that I worried about not sleeping and hence amplified the whole situation. It became a vicious circle if you will. As I was becoming more and more night of the un dead I finally went to see a sleep doctor/therapist. She gave me some mental exercises to do and advised me to get a lavendar pillow.
One such exercise was to make a mental diary in microscopic detail. e.g. I woke up at 4.30am and got out of bed. I put my left foot down first and pulled the sheets off with my right hand... etc etc ad nausium.
The upshot of this was that after getting over the initial feeling like a retard I soon began to fall into the arms of morphius. Then when I bought the lavendar pillow I slpet like death.
I can 100% understand what you are going through as I am typing this at 02.20am! Bugger
At 3:33 pm, Moon said…
Thanks a lot SD. Sorry to hear that you've been plagued with this, also. Perhaps it's the trials and tribulations of PhD-dom. So the lavender stuff actually works then? I had assumed it wouldn't.
Can you blame your late nights on jetlag?!
At 6:47 pm, Salty Dog said…
My current bout of insomnia cant really be put down to jet lag as I have been here 10 months.
The lavender thing worked for me. Its worth a try.
At 5:45 pm, Tombola said…
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At 10:38 am, Tombola said…
Right...2 suggestions: 1 clean, 1 deleted.
1. I guess this is along the lines of counting sheep. There's 2 versions of it that work for me. a. do that stupid love calculator thing. So take 2 names, it doesn't really matter who, and then count the number of l, o, v, e and s in the 2 names. You then add the adjacent digits together again and again until eventually you'll have 2 numbers. and that is the percentage love score between those 2 people. It's a proven science. Seriously though, it works for me. I'm dead to the world before I ever find out the result.
b. try and mentally recount the register from my form at secondary school. The act of putting them into alphabetical order and then reciting "Doherty, Done, Evans..." knocks me out. I don't use this very often though.
2. you can ask me in person for this one
At 9:20 pm, Unknown said…
Drink Gin
At 9:21 pm, Lord G said…
God damn it signing me in with gmail...
At 9:19 am, Moon said…
Gareth!
Not a gin fan. Might make it work then, as a deterrant. You home again? All well?
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