So I figured out there's a name for what's wrong with me this time. It's insomnia. Which apparently is different than what the movies want you to believe. You don't necessarily have to not sleep at all, it can just fuck up your sleep pattern real bad.
So, far it makes me stay awake for hours after getting into bed. Even after being thoroughly worn out with some rowdy sex. Then I wake up a few hours after falling asleep either from a dream that I barely remember scaring the shit out of me or causing me to move so much I wake myself up or for no fucking reason at all.
Then I lay there for another 30 minutes or so, up to 3 hours so far, and eventually have to pee, before I fall asleep. again. Sometimes I wake up as many as 6 times before my boyfriend gets up for work.
Then about an hour before my alarm goes off I finally drift into a nice deep sleep.
I found out if I get a little tipsy before bed or take some benadryl I only get up to pee once or twice and then fall right back to sleep. However neither of those is a great idea to repeat every night.
Usually when I wake up my brain goes directly to work related shit and I start puzzling through shit that I'm not paid enough to give a damn about once I clock out. So, I'm assuming it's all stemming from work related stress. But, there's nothing I can do to lessen my load. I already have an assistant who works 4 mornings a week dressing the show and doing laundry.
It just gets to be alot at the end of 10 hours when you've sprinted across the theater twice, carried 6 laundry baskets stacked to your chin with dirty or clean clothes in and out of 4 dressing rooms and lifted and dropped each one 8 times. Loaded 10 loads of laundry from 2 washers into 3 dryers and repaired countless little tears and split seams.
Not to mention creating new costumes for new characters and understudys in between all that at a cutting table that's too tall and a sewing machine that works like shit and is too low.
Wow, that makes it all sound very bleak and dreary. No wonder I do absolutely nothing as often as possible on my ONE day off.
And I don't get a single week off until january when it's cold and gross and I want to kill anything that seems to enjoy snow.
Damn it. I quit. Good night
So, far it makes me stay awake for hours after getting into bed. Even after being thoroughly worn out with some rowdy sex. Then I wake up a few hours after falling asleep either from a dream that I barely remember scaring the shit out of me or causing me to move so much I wake myself up or for no fucking reason at all.
Then I lay there for another 30 minutes or so, up to 3 hours so far, and eventually have to pee, before I fall asleep. again. Sometimes I wake up as many as 6 times before my boyfriend gets up for work.
Then about an hour before my alarm goes off I finally drift into a nice deep sleep.
I found out if I get a little tipsy before bed or take some benadryl I only get up to pee once or twice and then fall right back to sleep. However neither of those is a great idea to repeat every night.
Usually when I wake up my brain goes directly to work related shit and I start puzzling through shit that I'm not paid enough to give a damn about once I clock out. So, I'm assuming it's all stemming from work related stress. But, there's nothing I can do to lessen my load. I already have an assistant who works 4 mornings a week dressing the show and doing laundry.
It just gets to be alot at the end of 10 hours when you've sprinted across the theater twice, carried 6 laundry baskets stacked to your chin with dirty or clean clothes in and out of 4 dressing rooms and lifted and dropped each one 8 times. Loaded 10 loads of laundry from 2 washers into 3 dryers and repaired countless little tears and split seams.
Not to mention creating new costumes for new characters and understudys in between all that at a cutting table that's too tall and a sewing machine that works like shit and is too low.
Wow, that makes it all sound very bleak and dreary. No wonder I do absolutely nothing as often as possible on my ONE day off.
And I don't get a single week off until january when it's cold and gross and I want to kill anything that seems to enjoy snow.
Damn it. I quit. Good night
niobe:
I hope you were able to get some sleep. *hugs*