I know, I know. Insomnia with me is not exactly something new. Even Ambien tends not to work anymore, and that's a frightening prospect. I do try, don't get me wrong. I really do try. I'll lay in bed and try to sleep. I'll recite every prayer I know: Christian, pagan, Sanskrit mantra chants. You name it, I've done it. I've tried counting in English. I've tried counting in French. I should try counting in Russian, but I don't know it well enough at the moment, and I think that would tax my brain so much that I couldn't sleep at all.
I'll lay in bed for about 20 minutes, sometimes up to an hour. Then I'll get up and try to read something. Or listen to music. Or write. Or read something. Sometimes I play a video game. My current favorite for that is SSX Tricky, since I usually wind up throwing Brodi off a cliff or run him smack dab into a rock wall.
I'll try drinking milk. I'll try taking a hot bath. I have homeopathic sleep aids. I have Valerian root. On the other end of the spectrum I have xanax. Occasionally have Ambien, although I haven't asked to have that one refilled because I don't want to use it too often.
What keeps me up? Sometimes it's just my mind refusing to slow down. Sometimes it's too hot, or I'm in too much pain (gotta love fibromyalgia and arthritis), or I'm having trouble breathing, or coughing my fool head off. You name it.
As Hamlet said, to sleep, perchance to dream. I should probably attempt that soon.
I'll lay in bed for about 20 minutes, sometimes up to an hour. Then I'll get up and try to read something. Or listen to music. Or write. Or read something. Sometimes I play a video game. My current favorite for that is SSX Tricky, since I usually wind up throwing Brodi off a cliff or run him smack dab into a rock wall.
I'll try drinking milk. I'll try taking a hot bath. I have homeopathic sleep aids. I have Valerian root. On the other end of the spectrum I have xanax. Occasionally have Ambien, although I haven't asked to have that one refilled because I don't want to use it too often.
What keeps me up? Sometimes it's just my mind refusing to slow down. Sometimes it's too hot, or I'm in too much pain (gotta love fibromyalgia and arthritis), or I'm having trouble breathing, or coughing my fool head off. You name it.
As Hamlet said, to sleep, perchance to dream. I should probably attempt that soon.
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