Since I’ve been laid off from the position of wage slave, my sleep pattern has been disrupted. Never an early riser, I was at least reluctantly accustomed to getting up for work and showing up for work, esteemed traits of the boomer generation. Since I can live by my own schedule now, I enjoy late night binging on Netflix and Amazon Prime Videos or listening to music. With my alarm silenced, mornings are later than usual and sometimes occur at lunchtime. In fact, you might say my schedule is more like mayhem. It’s great.
Regarding the scheduled life, there are two personality types—structured or non-structured. I am the non-structured type who goes with the flow, unlike my husband, Alan, who prefers planning and detail. I think our opposite circadian rhythms contribute to the success of our marriage.
Some nights, I can’t get to sleep at all without Benadryl and/or Ibuprofen. Lately, I’ve been tossing and turning until around 4 and 5 am, despite listening to Beethoven and infusing the room with eucalyptus oil. My sister, Anita, tells me she doesn’t know a woman over 60 who doesn’t have insomnia. I told her Alan has it too. He says he gets up every morning at 3 am and has a hard time getting back to sleep. It’s true. I can hear him foraging in the kitchen while I’m watching T.V.
Because of our erratic schedules, there is no telling who’s up or down in our house at any time of day or night. There may be a body napping on the couch or guest room bed during the day or someone wandering in search of Tums at night in the kitchen. Alan is an extremely light sleeper. Since our kitchen is adjacent to the master bedroom, I dare not do dishes or noisily close the microwave door while popping corn in the middle of the night because he’s a bear when a person disturbs his sleep. The courtesy of not disturbing Alan’s sleep has become a good excuse for not working around the house.
The medical experts don’t seem to know why we can’t sleep very well as we age. It probably has to do with changes in the brain, but I like to think I’m returning more to my natural, biological self—eating when hungry and sleeping when tired, which is as it should be. I’ve been one of those who needs lots of sleep all my life and have loved every minute of it. Now that I don’t engage in the drudgery of work, I have no problem with staying up late, rising late, eating at odd hours and napping. In fact, napping is a laid off luxury.
I took two Benadryls and two Ibuprofens last night. That’s 50 mg and 400 mg respectively. They worked well with the 3 beers I had had earlier in the evening. I barely got through one episode of Monroe before I dozed off. It was a night of light comedy and deep sleep. There’s no telling what tonight might bring, though. The second series of Goliath airs today on Amazon and I’ll definitely be watching it. Sweet dreams everyone!