Well, hello, absolutely everything. Sleep is that time when we are not awake, running around doing things we want to do or have to do. It is a time when our body is working on auto-pilot to get us ready for our next day. In a perfect world, we wake up refreshed, reinvigorated, and rested.
While I’m not quite living in “perfect world” status, I do tend to sleep rather well these days. Of course there is always that one night when I’m left tossing and turning, feeling anxious about this or that, wondering when in the heck Mr. Sandman is going to drop in and knock me out, but for the most part, sleep has become second nature as it should have been all along.
The past week, my hot husband hasn’t been sleeping well. Because I tend to be so full of gumption and this notion in my head that there is no mountain too high nor valley too deep, that “I can fix that.”, I did what any good wife would do and set to task.
The first night of “Where’s Waldo, sleep edition”, I suggested maybe eighty-sixing the pretzel, chips, or what ever carbohydrate loaded snack he was thinking about having. Carbohydrates like pretzels or chips can often give one a burst of energy, and a burst of energy at bedtime is not quite the thing needed for good sleep. Maybe it’s been more than just this week because he was down like four flats on a Cadillac when he said “ok, I’ll try anything.”
Maybe it worked a little. The following morning, he looked like he had slept better. He said he slept better until he heard the cat in the closet and that darned pillow. I figured it was time to call in the big guns, so I went to town.
Upon arrival in town, I hit the store and made a beeline to the sleepy section. Pushing the frugal me aside, I skipped the five dollar pillows and jumped right over to the cost a bit more but maybe work a bit better section and got to hugging. After hugging several pillows, I opted for a couple of firm pillows, one of which boasts of it’s ability to never lose it’s shape. I then remembered him saying something about the firmness of the mattress, I like firm, he likes soft, so I bought a memory foam mattress pad.
Day three, new pillows, new mattress pad, still no snacking, sleep a little better, so far so good.
I know he’s exhausted, they had to pour concrete really early Monday as if the regular days aren’t early enough, so I feel bad that the whole sleep thing didn’t magically happen overnight. There is progress, and progress is a good thing. I’m also thinking his progress is better than my progress way back when because I haven’t even started him on the transcendental meditation…
Maybe this evening we will talk about circadian rhythms and he will be game to experimenting with one of my black out masks. “It’s not that, it’s just that I hear everything.” Call me crazy, but seriously, a black out mask is just as good as ear plugs. I did not hear the cat in the closet, I also didn’t hear the neighbor’s dogs, or that rooster that didn’t get the memo about the difference in the sun rising and the neighbors leaving their back porch light on…
Back when he was sleeping good and I was tossing and turning, looking for ways, anything really (except sleeping pills) to help me sleep, he thought I may have been a bit goofy. I have to admit, sleeping in the black out mask, turning the lights down as the sun set, getting off the computer shortly thereafter, not eating after dinner, sometimes even exercising before bed, imagining myself swinging in a hammock in Cancun, sounds a bit silly if you’re already sleeping well, but if you’re not, really, what’s the worst that could happen?
For me, sleep is tied, as far as importance goes, with testing my blood sugar. Sleep or lack of sleep is a key player when it comes to my fasting blood sugar. I’ve found that when I sleep well, my FBG is well under 100, I awaken refreshed, and ready to take on what ever is thrown at me. (preferably bacon, cooked softly, un-drained, thank you very much) Just as good sleep makes me feel good, bad sleep makes me feel bad. I don’t remember ever having a FBG under 100 after a night of fitful or lack of sleep. That crazy little monster also known as Dawn Phenomenon is there to haunt me each morning after a bad night.
If you have time and are not sleeping well, google Circadian rhythms and Dr. Jack Kruse, maybe read about his Leptin Rx while you are researching, and think about the little changes you could make to ensure good sleep because sleep is really that important. Like with exercise, good sleep takes time, so turn that computer off at dusk, pick up a book instead of watching the tube, if meditation isn’t your thing, just think happy thoughts in your head instead, who knows, good sleep may just come your way.