I haven’t slept properly in four days. Eh, Thanksgiving gluttony, what are you gonna do? My belly is pissed, regardless.
So where was I? Right, weird, jacked-up sleep schedule. Occasional insomnia hits us all–I think? But life as a consultant… I’m either DVR’ing till 3 am, waking up at 11 am, or just laying on my back trying not to scream WHYYYYY? I was relieved to hear that adults need 7-8 hours a night. For those who can live on 5, I salute you.
So what to do about this? Thoughts went immediately to Sominex, which made me feel like I’d taken a good hit of Walt’s blue meth. Next stop? The good ol’ primary doctor, who whispered the magic word: Ambien. Yeah, great remedy. For about six days. And you know that long list of side effects for medications you laugh at on commercials? I did too, until I woke up one morning covered in pretzel crumbs. And when did I devour said snack? Couldn’t tell you, because I was sleep eating. Why couldn’t I be sleep treadmilling? Sleep stomach crunching? Instead, I’m stuck with the image of myself doing the slow Walking Dead slump to my fridge at 4 am to eat cold prosciutto out the pack.
So no more unnatural sleep for me. Rock bottom was that last morning I woke up with a spoon stuck to my face and the remnants of a Haagen-Dazs container in a pool I directly stepped in.
Fine. People sleep normally all the time, I figured. A few days of tossing and turning and then back to 7 hours. Blissful, seductive 7 hours. Not a problem.
Did everyone have a good holiday? I hope so. If you spent it with family, friends, pets, getting sleep after pulling a night shift, watching a Dr. Who marathon or just playing PS4 without being interrupted, kudos.
My Thanksgiving was pretty awesome. Not to rub it in, but yeah, it rocked.
There are always things to be thankful for. Of course I’m thankful for the love. So much love. But let’s think outside the box.
One? Catching folks in their zone with their IDK and IDC New York expressions on and wishing them a great holi/day. The surprise followed by a smile was worth it every time. (Ice grill pitbull walker, I’m looking at you.)
Another: Being extra cool to those in the service industry. I chatted up an employee at a nearby corner store/bodega (Is that still what they call it? Old alert.). He informed me that he was due to leave at 4 (it was around 3:50) but his boss called in last-minute to cancel so he had to work all day. “He’s with his family but I’m not with mine, like I have no family,” he said. I sympathized, moved to leave, only for him to continue for about 10 minutes. He needed to vent, and his boss was a jerk.
Being inspired to cook. My friends can burn! The idea of making an entire Thanksgiving meal by myself calls to mind a sitcom situation with a laugh track, but maybe one day. I’ll start with a whole chicken.