Sunday, September 20, 2009

Wrong Side of the Bed

When I arise on the wrong side of the bed,  it is in spells, some longer than others.  If it is night 1,2, or 3 of sleeping poorly, I usually shake the funk by mid-morning.  But by day 4.  Not so much. 

For me, arising on the wrong side of the bed means I have been awake for more than 3 hours prior to actually emerging for the standard 5am call.  My insomnia  depletes an already uncertain tolerance for frustration and stress. I become super victim-ish and impossible.

While my body and mind suffer fatigue, the effect is compounded by the evil and dark places  hosting my thoughts in those hours.  I am left an angry and hot mess.

Today is day 7 of waking around 2:10ish and spinning circles in my head and bed until 5am.  ugh.

For anyone contemplating a suggestion of warm milk ,counting sheep or visualization; please, save your self the energy of your keystrokes.

Remember, this is the blog where I allow my self to blow off steam.  If you crave something more effervescent, please visit my happy place.  (Click here for entry)


  1. I feel for you. I get like that too! And I will also have the added bonus of a sore jaw from clenching my teeth.

    I hope the chain of bad night's breaks for you soon.

  2. No advice. All I can say is that I have gone through it too. I'm sorry.

  3. After years of night shifts I don't think I will ever be "normal" Good luck

  4. Thanks for the understanding and compassion. I feel as if those who generally sleep well have difficulty understanding the impact. Even if I feel calm and have had a good day and ample exercise, it can happen....not to falsely imply that I have exercised since kids.


Your thoughts are welcome here. As long as they are kind. Or maybe just not unkind.