Firstly, apologies for lack of replies to my last post. I will reply, but, at the moment I'm thinking hard about what was said.
Partly that, and partly I just haven't had chance.
As you may have guessed from the title, this post is about sleep.
You know, that thing you look forward to at the end of the day?
When your body and mind get a chance to recover, and rest.
Where you wake up ready to face the world for another 18 hours.
Unless of course, you suffer from a chronic fatigue disease.
Last night I slept for 14 hours. Whilst unusual for a weekday (I'd gone home ill from work), 14 hours is around the minimum I will sleep on a Friday night and Saturday night.
There were times, before I learnt to manage my energy a bit better that I would sleep for 20 hours.
Imagine that if you will.
I'm sure that for some people it seems like bliss! After all, imagine having the opportunity to sleep for so long. Means no responsibilities to be seen to, nothing to worry about.
Think again. This happened when I was at uni. During my third year. I had lectures to attend, two dissertations to write as well as countless essays.
So, I suppose you could say, not as important as a job. But still something that needed to be done.
But worse than that, imagine sleeping for that long and waking up feeling just as tired as you did when you went to sleep.
Imagine that all your usual aches and pains have magnified from you being in the same position for so long.
Now you're starting to understand how I feel.
It frustrates me. It frustrates me so much. I used to get by on around 4/5 hours sleep a night. I just didn't need any more. Now, if I'm under the weather in any way, there are days when I'm only awake for 5 hours!
I will now thank my lucky stars that, unlike some people with CFS, I don't suffer from insomnia. I think, that that might just be enough to send me to the edge.