Sitting here at 4:37 a.m. all dressed and ready for work all I can think about is sleep. I want sleep! I need sleep! I can’t get enough sleep! Oh So Sorry No Sleep Today.
There is something doing the Rumba in my intestinal tract. It’s cause I believe, the antibiotics I am on for the sinus infection I came down with last week, which made my throat become inflamed, leading me to not be able to swallow or talk. All spurred along, in part, by a lack of sleep. I was down for the count for almost two days straight. Did it help? I thought so until now.
Now, it feels like sleep is the gold ring I keep reaching for but is but a mere fingertip away. The light at the end of the tunnel, ironically, or the grand prize in the lottery. That’s it! I need to win the sleep lottery!
I believe I have entered the phase in my life comparable to teenage years when extra sleep is needed. I have passed through the young adult stage of all-nighters and have not yet entered senior-hood, where naps during the day make up for the insomnia at night. I need sleep to function and there’s not enough hours to fill my quota.
Eight hours of sleep; is it real? I have heard talk of its existence. Somewhere on the other side of working for a living, a mom with Alzheimer’s, a husband with the tv and light on all night, and a big furry Moose,
There is a land where sleep awaits.
I will persevere.
I must continue to chase the dream.