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Insomnia... or is it?
Oct. 8th, 2007 08:16 pmContributing to my lack of post about my awesome holiday and my rather random rambly post this morning is having been absolutely wrecked from insomnia for the past week.
Unfortunately, at the moment, insomnia isn't simply increasing my number of hours in a day, as it does when it's mild. Instead, it's making me completely incapable of any kind of productivity. I lurch through the day with my arms extended in front of me, feeling like I could drop dead from exhaustion at any moment, but still unable to sleep at any time when normal human beings are in bed. I get splitting headaches and sometimes visual artifacts from sleep deprivation, I have the attention span of a goldfish with a head injury, even when I do sleep I don't dream, and without my fodder for creativity I end up staring at a blank page wishing I could think what happened next... or at all.
( This weekend... )
If it does work, however, hopefully I'll feel like a person again soon. Maybe I'll even keep it up. Or maybe once my body's got itself sorted out again, I can go back to enjoying my lovely productive midnights instead of cursing them.
Hurrah for a plan, and hurrah for the hope of some sunlight at the end of this last horrible, horrible week!
Unfortunately, at the moment, insomnia isn't simply increasing my number of hours in a day, as it does when it's mild. Instead, it's making me completely incapable of any kind of productivity. I lurch through the day with my arms extended in front of me, feeling like I could drop dead from exhaustion at any moment, but still unable to sleep at any time when normal human beings are in bed. I get splitting headaches and sometimes visual artifacts from sleep deprivation, I have the attention span of a goldfish with a head injury, even when I do sleep I don't dream, and without my fodder for creativity I end up staring at a blank page wishing I could think what happened next... or at all.
( This weekend... )
If it does work, however, hopefully I'll feel like a person again soon. Maybe I'll even keep it up. Or maybe once my body's got itself sorted out again, I can go back to enjoying my lovely productive midnights instead of cursing them.
Hurrah for a plan, and hurrah for the hope of some sunlight at the end of this last horrible, horrible week!
