*yawn*
Stamped: February 5th, 2007 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: cry for help, the bedroom.
I haven't been getting much sleep here lately, guys. And by "much", I mean, no more than four hours a night. I'll admit, at first, it was kind of cool. It was like, wow, I'm so hardcore that I can treat sleep like the plague and still rage my way through the day and evening. I mean, I might as well be a damn rockstar, if we're being honest here.
But that was in the beginning, when everything was fresh and new, and I was young and beautiful. Now? Now I'm no longer boasting rockstar status and have slipped into the mid-life paranoia habit of Web MD-ing all my ailments, invariably pinning them all on my lack of sleep. I mean, we've all had rough patches, whether they may be from stress, whiskey, or unfortunately long-lasting lovers. But I honestly see no repreive in sight, guys. And, believe it or not, I kind of want to cry a little. Ok, maybe I already have. It's ok though, I have plastic wrap over my keyboard now.
But anyway, I'm convinced that this lack of sleep must be what shady officials like Jack Bauer do to all their criminal hostages in dark confinement cells. The sad thing is that I'm not on TV, nor am I a real-life detainee. Well, that last one is probably a good thing, but I'm not sure…my judgement is going.
So, let's look at some of the side effects, shall we? (courtesy of the infamous Wikipedia, naturally.)
Well of course I'm fucking irritable, numbnuts. Did you read the introduction? FOUR HOURS.
Waht?
This isn't the first time I've been taken for a drunk, people…
I thought that was my shiteous haircut.
Well, that's a charming one, isn't it? Pardon me, I'm just generally confused. No, no, not stupid, just generally confused.
Oh, lord…here's a good one:
I prefer to be called ashy, thanks. Pasty makes me want to revert to kindergarten and eat some glue.
Seriously? This is a symptom? Like, it needs to be listed?
…and that's my cue. Fucking Wikipedia.
Anyway, I guess I'm not going to die from this lack of sleep thing. But Wiki did back me up on the interrogation-tactic thing. I guess my fate is to be a less glamorous, non-paid, glue-eating freak show of misfiring synapses. At least Abe Lincoln knows what I'm talking about.
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I’m not a doctor yet, but have you taken a step back and evaluated your lifestyle and stress level?
Any work/friendship/family/relationship stressors?
Do you drink to much caffeine? Any medications with sleep disturbance as a side effect?
Do you exericse regularly or even have a daily routine?
All too often people ignore sleep as a trivial reward for the day, when in fact it is very important to your health (physical and mental).
Consider talking to your primary care if there isn’t anything you can modify yourself first.
Did you know you can actually die from sleep deprivation? If you go long enough your immune system starts to shut down. I believe the longest anyone survived with no sleep was 11 days.
Good night!
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Four hours a night? I’d kill for four hours a night!
Oh wait, that was probably the irritability thing.
I love the word pasty. Makes me think of pastry. Now I’m hungry. Or am I just confused.
Fuck it — I don’t have the patience to finish this comment with anything witty. Off to take a nap.