Saturday, August 29, 2015

Slumber Power

The first step in getting my fibromyalgia managed was to start sleeping. Between the pain and my racing brain, this was no simple task. While I was certainly still popping my share of pills, doping myself into a slumber stupor stopped working years before and wasn't a lifetime solution to cure my ever-worsening insomnia. But I had no clue what was. Sleep hygiene, meditation, supplements, positive thinking, desperate freak-outs, none of them worked. What did? Drinking fresh vegetable juice. Shortly after Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead inspired me to start juicing regularly, I started sleeping. It was glorious! Not every night, but with increasing regularity I would wake up refreshed, well-rested, and a tiny bit more stabilized than I was the night before. 

In hindsight, I can see this was the first building block that got me back to living. Not walking around like a zombie trudging through quicksand for the majority of my days did wonders for my ability to engage in this frivolous little game healthy people call life. Once my deficient immune system was getting both nutrition and sleep, the virus that created all this mayhem in the first place didn't have nearly as much control over its host, i.e. me. Exercising with any kind of regularity, making plans and actually keeping them, being able to focus on something other than how awful I always felt, it all became possible for the first time in many years.

So here I sit, after all this progress, with another sleep transition being thrust upon me. For the last month or so, my eyes have been popping open between 7 and 8 a.m., regardless of what time I went to sleep, which is usually somewhere around 2 in the morning. Needless to say, I will not keep my tenuous grasp on both my sanity and my illness by getting five hours of sleep a night. I'm trying so hard to frame this latest challenge as an opportunity to get on a normal schedule, not a sabotage of my entire existence. It's hard. Luckily, with an extra-strict application of all that sleep hygiene poppycock, falling asleep isn't nearly as challenging as it used to be. So here I sit, at 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning, having gone to sleep at 12:30, trying to figure out what on earth to do with my well-rested self. What do normal, responsible, not sick adults, who don't have to work, do so early on a Saturday morning? I suppose I'll go find out.

Thanks for joining,
Leah

4 comments:

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  2. I will anxiously await what lies ahead. Dare I think maybe a full night's sleep is even possible. I have learned to incorporate a necessary nap around 2pm every day to makeup for the lack of sleep I got the night before. Sometimes it feels like someone has cursed me with a nonsleeping beauty spell (curse). I know its only my FB, Arthritis and now Lupus ridden screwed up body. It makes me sad that you have to go through this hell also, but it is nice to know I not alone in this torture. It feels like it somedays and then I read your post and don't feel so lost, hopeless and alone. Thanks for caring.

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  3. I will anxiously await what lies ahead. Dare I think maybe a full night's sleep is even possible. I have learned to incorporate a necessary nap around 2pm every day to makeup for the lack of sleep I got the night before. Sometimes it feels like someone has cursed me with a nonsleeping beauty spell (curse). I know its only my FB, Arthritis and now Lupus ridden screwed up body. It makes me sad that you have to go through this hell also, but it is nice to know I not alone in this torture. It feels like it somedays and then I read your post and don't feel so lost, hopeless and alone. Thanks for caring.

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