I
could sleep through storms, through earthquake, through anything, well mostly.
Ok, I have not really slept through storms or quakes, but in my defense we do
not really have many of those in Kerala. What I meant was that, I never
actually had issues with sleep, I always slept sound. That is, until recently.
For the last two weeks I find it very difficult to sleep. No, there are no
mosquito or bed bug or temperature issue; I am not feeling sleepy anymore. As
strange as it may sound, am sleeping an average of 2 hours or less per day for
last two weeks. Now, I do not know if that classifies it as sleep deprived or
borderline insomnia, I hope not. All I know is that it is not healthy. So, I ve no clue why I can't sleep anymore.
No
personal trauma, not depressing breakups, no abusive relationships, no physical
issues that I can account for. Friends suggest going to a doctor. My inherent
repulsion towards doctors and hospitals is keeping me from doing this. I would
try not to do that as long as possible, I know it is stupid but what to do, it
is that way for me. Also, for some odd reason I find it awkward to go and tell
a doctor that I am not sleeping. Now, other than doctors and medication I have
tried so many different things that people have suggested. A variety of
techniques ranging from bathing just before bed to drinking warm milk to
counting sheep, nothing is working. It seems I will have to finally get
my phobia of hospitals and doctors in control and go and see one.
So
what is the point of writing all these? Nothing I suppose. Ever since I stopped
actually sleeping like I used to, I find that days have more than enough hours
for me to do all the stuff that I want to do. And so, I took 30 minutes from it
and am writing this. I have been thinking of reviving my blog for a very long
time and now that I actually have time why not do it. So, that is it....
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