|Observations on exhaustion
||[Sep. 21st, 2008|08:58 pm]
As it turns out, I got about three hours of sleep last night, none of it peaceful - restless and in-and-out of dreams all night long. And I woke up at 9 this morning and had to get up because I had work to do.
Strangely enough, despite all that it's been a good day. I've gotten stuff done and spent time with my sweet hubby. But I noted a few interesting things about being this tired:
1. You reach a point where your body calmly informs you that you have two choices: provide food, or provide sleep. Either will get you past that point, but you can tell that your body must either have rest or a blood sugar bump, or it will seriously revolt: narcolepsy, hysteria, hallucinations, whatever it takes.
2. And yet you can push past that point and get just a little bit more out of yourself if you really, really have to.
3. Feeding will provide artificial awakeness, but that awakeness is only useful for a short time. After that, you can remain physically propped up, but the brain is turned to "off." Anything more complex than two syllables requires an input of brain power that feels like you're generating it with steam. And multitasking is reduced to continuing to breathe while accomplishing a task (seriously - Ferrett keeps worrying that I'm sighing because I'm sad. In reality, I keep holding my breath and forgetting to let it out).
I have faith that I will sleep tonight. Finishing one small task and then hitting the hay.