Sleep

Sleep has always been very important to me. I once brought my own pillow on a college field trip. I love to sleep. That’s a good thing because having a chronic illness makes sleep so much more important. I have required 10 hours sleep to feel good for longer than I care to remember. If I get less than eight, in addition to being a bad mood, I will feel the effects in my muscles and joints. It’s like having the flu.

You might have guessed that I didn’t sleep well last night. My husband and I began painting a hallway and it was in a sunny spot. I taped the drop cloth to the baseboard but couldn’t paint. Instead, I read to my husband from the shadows while he painted. I told him I could help finish, but it would have to be in the dark. Usually, when I’ve had too much sun, I sleep like a baby I’m so worn out. Yet, there are times when being in the sun too much keeps me from sleeping. This was the case yesterday. I just felt so hot all night – even though the temperature was in the high 60s.

I take a medication that helps with anxiety and sleep. It wasn’t enough last night. I finally resorted to Sominex. I still feel as though I was up all night… It sucks because it makes even easy things so much harder. My brain malfunctions, my body is sore. I just want to do nothing, which is not an option today. Sigh ...