Three years ago I went to my doctor because I could only sleep four hours a night. Didn't matter what time I went to bed; I'd wake up four hours later. No alarm clock. Just finished with sleeping.
He asked how I felt, if my hair was different or had digestion problems, change in period, the usual stuff. I said no, everything is fine otherwise. Then he told me not to worry about it. That's all my body needs right now. He said one day I'll need more and more. My body will tell me.
Now I'm up to almost five hours a night, but even then it's a crap shoot. I don't get tired during the day. I don't drink and excessive amount of coffee. But at 5:00 a.m. I'm rarin' to go. I'll usually hit the gym around 5:30, come home and shower and head to the office after breakfast.
I can't remember the last time I took a nap when I wasn't ill. One weekend I slept until 7:00! It bothered me, too! It's like I was wasting sunlight!
My evening routine is usually very standard. I may have a bit of wine (Friday nights are tequila nights!) and my laptop after my bath. Then around midnight I'll start turning off lights. But sometimes I'll read his iPad in bed. I have a few books on there. Then maybe pet the cat. Finally dream time.
Ever since I could remember I always flew in my dreams. It's a lot like swimming in air. But for some reason I don't do it often. It's almost like I'm embarrassed to fly in front of people. But sometimes I'll fly to escape danger, and I can fly just out of reach of some giant or something. Yes, it sounds weird. Because it's a dream, dammit!
A coworker once told me that flying in dreams is a sign of sexual freedom. Yep, that would be me! I guess I shouldn't have agreed out loud. It raised some eyebrows.
He asked how I felt, if my hair was different or had digestion problems, change in period, the usual stuff. I said no, everything is fine otherwise. Then he told me not to worry about it. That's all my body needs right now. He said one day I'll need more and more. My body will tell me.
Now I'm up to almost five hours a night, but even then it's a crap shoot. I don't get tired during the day. I don't drink and excessive amount of coffee. But at 5:00 a.m. I'm rarin' to go. I'll usually hit the gym around 5:30, come home and shower and head to the office after breakfast.
I can't remember the last time I took a nap when I wasn't ill. One weekend I slept until 7:00! It bothered me, too! It's like I was wasting sunlight!
My evening routine is usually very standard. I may have a bit of wine (Friday nights are tequila nights!) and my laptop after my bath. Then around midnight I'll start turning off lights. But sometimes I'll read his iPad in bed. I have a few books on there. Then maybe pet the cat. Finally dream time.
Ever since I could remember I always flew in my dreams. It's a lot like swimming in air. But for some reason I don't do it often. It's almost like I'm embarrassed to fly in front of people. But sometimes I'll fly to escape danger, and I can fly just out of reach of some giant or something. Yes, it sounds weird. Because it's a dream, dammit!
A coworker once told me that flying in dreams is a sign of sexual freedom. Yep, that would be me! I guess I shouldn't have agreed out loud. It raised some eyebrows.