I am something of a world expert in the area of insomnia. I've blogged about it before. Enough said about that.
Except, I suppose, that a lot of people have noted that I post a lot of blogs, comment on a lot of blogs, have a full-time job, raise two children, work on my novels every day ... how in the world do I have time to do this? The simple answer is, I don't sleep much. It's a trade off I would gladly give up, believe me. Insomnia sucks.
But the strangest thing happened last night. I was watching "NCIS" (I'm not a huge fan of television--so many great books to read, so many great books to write--but I just adore "NCIS" ... I think I might have a little thing for Gibbs :-)), first the rerun on USA Network that ran from seven to eight and then the brand new episode (this was supposed to be the highlight of my week), and I fell asleep about five minutes into it.
Fell asleep! With no Ambien, I might add. Just ... fell asleep. And slept until my alarm went off this morning.
Now clearly, much of this has to do with stress and not being able to sleep for several weeks. Yesterday, Pythagorus went to a new doctor, one that changed the course of his treatment, and I was so relieved that it was like I let something go in myself. And--I have to say it again--I fell asleep. At eight o'clock. With no sleep medication.
Do you think the body just reaches a point where it needs to sleep or it will explode? Is true relaxing, restful sleep only possible when you are feeling at least moderately hopeful about the situations of your life? Why is sleep so imperative? Why is the feeling after a good night's sleep better than that first cup of morning coffee, dancing in the rain, or sex?
Sleep is a minor miracle ... I realize this so infrequently because it happens to me so infrequently. Those of you that do not have this problem (or even those that do, of course :-)), I would love your input.