Apparent plan #17 – Catch up on sleep

I came home at about three in the afternoon and went straight to bed. I woke up a few times – spoke to David, took my meds, petted the dog – but mostly slept. I finally got up at 10:47 the next morning. 

Long story short, I didn’t post anything on Friday evening since I slept right through it! So I’ll owe a good catch-up post to achieve my goal for the month. ūüėä

I’m posting this note because I didn’t want anyone to think I’d mysteriously disappeared or slacked off. Sometimes I just have to give the body what it needs! 

xo

Plan #7 – Get better sleep

 

Sleep

Most people set alarms to get up in the morning. I also have to set an alarm to make myself go to bed at night.

It wasn’t always this way. For most of my life, I was renowned for being an excellent sleeper. I could (and did) regularly fall asleep anywhere: at school, in church, on mass transit, in cars (which got to be a real problem once I learned how to drive). My going-to-bed routine involved one step: laying my head down on the pillow. BAM! I was asleep.

Part of this tendency must be genetic. My mom has been known to¬†fall asleep while sitting at the dinner table having a conversation. (Put a glass of wine in her hand and – just by virtue of holding the glass – no drinking necessary – it will happen even faster.)¬†I also come from a family of snorers, and I have the added bonus of interspersing snoring with what is called, in technical jargon, “not breathing.” During the many years it was untreated, all that¬†disrupted sleep definitely added to my drowsiness.

It’s not that I am not still drowsy. Heck, I am tired all the time! The problem now, though, is that I am sleeping¬†at all the wrong times. This MS fatigue is a killer; I’ll barely make it home from work (or church, or the grocery store, or a walk) before I feel the need to collapse and take a nap. Then, when nighttime comes, I can’t sleep.

I blame the double-barreled menace of steroids and smartphones, frankly. I was on that¬†pulse steroid treatment for three years; one day a month I stayed up around the clock, which sent me into a tailspin when I had to return to my regularly scheduled programming. I’d fall asleep by day and sleep so long that I couldn’t sleep at night. I got into habits of reading on my phone while I was lying there awake, and that addiction has been really hard for me to break.

I’ve tried the whole not-napping thing, with varied success. Some days, like today, I try to resist the pull of the nap, until I realize I have just fallen asleep sitting up instead of attending to the paperwork piled in front of me. I’ve also tried to keep my naps short, but I get so groggy and sleep so soundly that I either can’t wake myself up or I can’t seem to function when I do.

Oh, well! It’s a trial-and-error process, I suppose. I need to keep making the attempt to figure out what works for me and take my successes where I can get them. In the meantime, I’ll try not to keep regaling you with my sleepytime woes. I’ll use that time to catch up on some zzz’s instead.

Plan #3 – Stop eating ice cream

I’m allergic to ice cream.

Not officially or anything. But every single time I eat it, I get sick. One scoop equals hours of gut-wrenching pain.

I have known this for quite some time. But have I stopped eating ice cream? Noooooooo. Somehow I’ve managed to convince myself that one Burgerville pumpkin milkshake wouldn’t hurt. Or a scoop of ice cream on the warm cherry pie. Or that cone from Ome Calli.

But after a disastrous run-in with a vanilla malt a couple of days ago, I’ve decided to call it quits.

Ice cream, I love you, but we’re just no good together. It’s not you. It’s me.

Well, actually, it’s you.