Used to be, I’d be in bed by this time. Laying there, staring at the ceiling, waiting and waiting and waiting for sleep to take me. And waiting some more. I recently went to a specialist to try to determine what was the cause of my insomnia. Insomnia has many causes; apnea and restless leg syndrome seem to be the two biggest. Mental conditions can contribute, too. Even though most of my friends would put me squarely in the crazy category, it’s more of a crazy/eccentric than a crazy/needs to be medicated type of thing. So when the doctor said that they could do precisely fuck all to help… well, I was a bit disappointed. They only thing I seem to be able to do is to manage it, with a combination of medication and relaxation techniques. One of the suggestions just seemed plain idiotic to me, but hell, I’ll try anything for a good night’s sleep. It includes going to bed later, and waking up at the same time each day. So, instead of trying to get 8 hours’ worth of restless sleep a night, I should go to bed when I’m really tired. Normally that would mean I’d be up until 5 in the morning, if not later, with a goal of getting up at 6. So I compromise. If I’m not in bed by midnight, I’ll go to bed anyway. Seems to work okay, I guess. I’ve only been doing it for the past few days, and even though I don’t feel that much more awake during the day, I have that much more productive time in the evening. So I can accomplish such things as… reorganizing my kitchen, or… rearranging my bookshelves, or… beating Morrowind for the x-hundredth time. All of which I’ve done already, and I still have an hour to go. What next, scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush?
