Sleepless [aka Jet Lag From Hell]
It’s 11:59pm in Brooklyn and I’m wide awake (again). It’s bitterly cold outside and I can feel the air creeping through the air-conditioning vents next to me - winter has arrived while I’ve been in Australia and my body along with my sleep pattern is all whaaaaa?! Some crappy jet lag has been my constant companion for pretty much an entire week and to say I’m exhausted is an understatement. I'm so tired that my tired is tired.
My crazy jet lagged brain is angry at the city that never sleeps for not letting me freaking sleep while my circadian rhythm finds its out of whack rhythm again (if it could also help out the drunks arguing on the street below our apartment that would be good too, but baby steps). I’ve resorted to sleeping tablets most nights but I’m sick of waking up at noon hungover, gritty eyed and unable to get my bearings on the day. So tonight I’ve decided to wait it out; to distract myself until the tiredness finally takes me back to bed so I can curl up next to my husband, close my eyes and fall into a glorious and much needed sleep. I know I’ve got to wait it out, to wait out wanting dinner for breakfast (and vice versa) and to distract myself when I feel the pull of our bed at lunchtime when my brain says Hey there pretty lady, I just need a 5 minute, no, a 20 minute power nap which with much experience I know will end up a five hour sleep-of-the-dead and a subsequent sleepless night which just makes matters and my crankiness all the worse (shout out to my fab husband who has been a saint while I've tossed and turned and grumbled through the wee hours).
So that’s where things are at, waiting for the sleep that feels like it will never come so I can engage my brain like a sane person, eat at normal times and not feel like I’m part of The Walking Dead between the hours of 12am - 3pm. Dear universe, If that could be arranged (preferably at around 10.30pm tonight) I would be forever grateful. Please and thank you.