This week has been rough for me. My nervous system is fucked up for various reasons.
Normally I drink one cup of coffee per day. But I had an Uber passenger whom I took to his job at a convenience store. He said “Can I offer you some coffee?” so I came in and grabbed a cup (my second for the day).
That was Monday evening.
I was then awake until wednesday night. I could not catch a fucking wink of sleep for that whole time.
What the fuck, brain??
Well, Tuesday and Wednesday I obviously didn’t drive, because I’m not going to put my passengers in that situation, of having a sleep deprived Uber driver.
Finally Wednesday I realized how I could knock myself out. I cooked a big thing of pasta and ate a ton of it, and sure enough having a big meal knocked me out.
Fucked up, but I’m proud that (a) I didn’t risk my passengers’ safety by giving in to the temptation to drive (I really need the money so it was tempting), and (b) found a way to fall asleep finally.
I know this story doesn’t make sense. I really wish the way my brain worked made sense. It would make life so much easier.
I struggle with insomnia due to bipolar. This sort of reaction seems familiar and atypical. If it happens again, maybe see someone. Good on you for staying safe.
This week has been rough for me. My nervous system is fucked up for various reasons.
Normally I drink one cup of coffee per day. But I had an Uber passenger whom I took to his job at a convenience store. He said “Can I offer you some coffee?” so I came in and grabbed a cup (my second for the day).
That was Monday evening.
I was then awake until wednesday night. I could not catch a fucking wink of sleep for that whole time.
What the fuck, brain??
Well, Tuesday and Wednesday I obviously didn’t drive, because I’m not going to put my passengers in that situation, of having a sleep deprived Uber driver.
Finally Wednesday I realized how I could knock myself out. I cooked a big thing of pasta and ate a ton of it, and sure enough having a big meal knocked me out.
Fucked up, but I’m proud that (a) I didn’t risk my passengers’ safety by giving in to the temptation to drive (I really need the money so it was tempting), and (b) found a way to fall asleep finally.
I know this story doesn’t make sense. I really wish the way my brain worked made sense. It would make life so much easier.
I struggle with insomnia due to bipolar. This sort of reaction seems familiar and atypical. If it happens again, maybe see someone. Good on you for staying safe.