I really like my sleep, I know most people do. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone say, “I do not like my sleep, I prefer to sleep as little as possible.” I’m pretty sure I need around 9 hours a night to be firing on all cylinders - turbo charge. And at least 8 - 8.5 to be firing on 80% of cylinders. Christ knows how Margaret Thatcher did it is all I can say. Having Erin has introduced me to the several new stages on my tiredness spectrum. Here they are:
- Fogginess, kind of like moving in slow motion through thick clouds. Being asleep yet with your eyes open and making breakfast.
- Not being able to concentrate on anything for more than 3 seconds such as, walking away from cooking food to put washing out and totally forgetting about food until you can smell burning or asking someone a question and listening to them answer it having forgotten what you’d asked them.
- Not being able to retain thoughts for more than 3 seconds, for example, walking into a room purposefully and having no idea why your there.
- Irrational irritability with fellow pedestrians that just happen to be in your way, or someone that is hogging the swings at the park.
- Edginess - jumping at noises that are a normal part of your daily life, like the kettle boiling, or the washing machine beeping when it finishes its cycle.
- Crying at adverts, the news, soap operas.
- Finding an alternative (negative) meaning for everything some one says.
- Finding everything some one says incredible annoying.
- Seeing things moving out the corners of your eyes that aren’t actually moving.
- Crying but not knowing why.
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| 6.30am flight to Minorca. Around stage 5. |
