TOday's menagerie included a very cranky bear, wearing my spouse's face. Apparently, I screw up in my *sleep*. FFS. He won't take advice (what do I know about insomnia and anxiety? I Just have PTSD and chronic f'ing pain), so he's up half the night with the newly discovered only hits a 6 of 10 pain (given that I live at 5/10 on a good day, yes, that's irking me a bit, but hey, I ddin't sleep b/c of Grumpy Bear Man).... Take the damn antacid! You're not having panic, you have acid tummy! From too much caffeine and, wow, anxidety! B/c he's realized he's not young (we're in spitting distance of 50), and people die! And he gets aches! He's not perfectly comfortable 100% of the time anymore!
So you can see I woke up at TWO THIS MORNING in *such* a lovely frame of mind after *finally* falling asleep to be told that I am welcome to "cuddle" when he's awake, but not in bed. Well, then, pardon me for existing... If I sleep elsewhere, however, he's offended and hurt. Well, gee, telling me I screw up in my *sleep* isn't really thrilling *me*! Ooooh, my tail is *lashing*! Apparently, there are *RULES* and my sleeping brain doesn't obey them! This is news to my *waking* brain, btw. I've endured kicking, leg twitches, the arm across my boobs (ow) and snoring for twenty-plus years, even when in pain, and eh, okay, fine, that's life sharing a bed. Sucks sometimes. This last six months, anything I do besides lie there perfectly still like a mummy in a sarcophagus, making no sound? Bitch-fest from Mr. Leo.
Now, I rant that out here b/c 1. you understand that sleeplessness is a rotten thing to deal with and 2. you understand why I'm a bit worn out with Mr. Leo complaining of vague aches and pains when I'm doing meditation and such for two hours to get through the "wasp stings from hell" in my lower back and all down my right leg. Oh, so sorry you need to take a couple ibuprofen. I'll lie here in tear-inducing agony and smile and sing happy songs, shall I?
Yes, I am cranky. Mr. Grumpy Bear irritated the Puma. Yes, by all means, irritate someone who folds your damn underwear for you.
Note: Tarantula hairs are great itching powder, but the fine hairs rubbed off the insideo f rosehips works great, too. Y'know. If you're entertaining yourself with things you'd never really do but need to pretend you would to stay sane.... What, that's just me? Crap. *sigh*
Hello and purrs to everyone! There, see, I'm normal(ish) again.
Weird fact: Some people can sleep with their eyes open. They don't see anything, mind you, but their eyes don't fully close. Never been that person, but found this interesting.
Changes in elevation/altitude mess up your sleep. Yep. You will not sleep well at Mile-High Stadium in Denver if you're used to sleeping at sea level in MIami. The slightest changes in oxygen and such can mess up our sleep something fierce. The first two weeks at a new altitude are the worst, apparently. Granted, I don't know many humans living at 10,000 feet above sea level and up (two miles up?!) but the effects worsen at that point.
We are biologically programmed to feel our sleepiest twice a day: around two AM and around two PM. We're also the only mammals that deliberately delay sleep. Ask any cat or dog. Nap time is nap time, and good night. Ask a human? "Later, I'll sleep later..." Incidentally, the reason fro that sleep pattern is probably due to the fact those are the safest times to sleep in the wilderness. Not much is awake and about at either hour, in the African savannah or the tropical jungle or just the back yard. Even nocturnal predators tend to have a wind-down period around then, since not much prey is around. (Twilight and dawn being the two big busy periods as some animals wake, others return to nest, and so forth.)
Lack of sleep increases appetite, b/c your body perceives the need for more energy. (Short version of the long version, which is that leptin production drops with lack fo sleep, and leptim is a hormone our bodies produce that regulates appetite to some degree.)
About one-third of all people who drive, on teh entire planet, admit to driving while drowsy. You'll notice birds don't fly when sleepy. Hmm.
I'm going back to bed, now.
Peace, health and gentle day to each of you:-)
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