It seems like one minute I was happily surfing the Internet and the next minute I was on the floor.
I fell asleep in front of my computer a few weeks back, and with nothing to block my fall, my body did the whole Isaac Newton thing and hit the deck like a sack of wet laundry.
I woke up with my computer looming over me and the carpet under my nose. It was bizarre and a bit scary to just slide off my chair like that. This has never happened to me before and I’m grateful that I didn’t get hurt.
I didn’t think I was particularly tired, even though it was late, but then clearly I called that one wrong.
I’ve been nodding off a lot more lately. I don’t know if it’s age or the difficulties I’ve had sleeping at night, but whatever the problem is it seems to be getting worse.
I’ve actually conked out momentarily at the office, which can be awkward since I sit in a low-walled cubicle and anyone walking by can see me—top brass included. Luckily I have yet to tumble out of my chair.
It’s really upsetting when I fall asleep in the theater. I love going to plays and I think it would be really nice if I could stay awake until the final curtain.
If you fall asleep while watching a DVD you can always rewind, but I don’t think you can shout out to the cast of a Broadway show, “hey, could you do that last scene one more time?”
Send Me A Dream
I was at the theater with my sister and auntie recently when things started to go blurry. I dimly heard my sister whisper “nudge him!”—or at least I think heard her—and then my auntie was poking me.
“Next time I’ll sit next to you,” my sister said, after the lights came on.
We usually go to Saturday matinees, which is one of my gym days and I’m wondering if the workouts are a part of the problem. The last time we all went to the theater my auntie reminded me not to overdue it.
“Don’t get too sleepy or dopey,” she said.
“You just named two of the seven dwarfs,” I replied.
So what do I do about this--guzzle gallons of Diet Coke? Strap a joy buzzer to my butt?
Now it is true that two days a week I get up ridiculously early to attend a 7AM gym class. But I thought I’d be okay by the time the weekend rolls around.
I know that I worry a lot and that disrupts my sleep so I’m waking up periodically during the night.
And I stay up late on weekends watching junk on TV or screwing around with YouTube just because I can.
This morning I caught the last bit of some TV preacher’s sermon about insomnia. The minister told his listeners “you can sleep because God will be awake all night.” He might be on to something.
Perhaps I can reschedule my gym class whenever we go to matinees. And I’ll make a sincere effort to get more sleep at night.
And if I do any late-night net-surfing I’ll be sure to wear a crash helmet.