Monday, 30 April 2012
Z is for zzzzzzzzzz
But whatever noise I make, I don't make it as easily as many people. As a seasoned insomniac, I see the ability to sleep easily as a luxury which is out of reach for me. I envy those who can drop off anywhere; the power nappers, the dozers, people who can sleep in buses or trains (I have never understood how the latter don't regularly get carried past their desinations). They (you?) are the lucky ones.
And yes. I know all about the warm bath and the milky drink and the winding down blah blah blah. I can do all of those. It's just the sleep bit I haven't cracked. I've tried acupuncture, hypnosis, Reiki, reflexology (the therapist twiddled a toe and said there was something wrong with my liver. Clever, eh?).
The thing that really puzzles me is how no-one has yet cracked the switching off mechanism; that moment when the brain loses its grip and begins to wander off and do its own thing. I shall be very excited if anyone ever uncovers that particular secret.
In the meantime, thank heavens for books and reading. At least in the small hours, when everyone else is asleep, there's something rewarding to do.
I get through a lot of books.