It has really been a long time since I have pushed myself as far as I've gone this week. I've been running on an average of about 7 hours of sleep each night, with one night only getting 5 hours and working the next day. It's been interesting.
Firstly, I've learned it's most definitely something I can't do on a regular basis. I just can't. If I didn't have to this week I wouldn't have been able to push through, to be honest. I went to a friend's cabaret on Wednesday night, in the city. I wasn't going to miss that for anything - it was the last time I would see her for a long time. I saw the comedian Bill Bailey on Friday night, another venture into the city. Wouldn't have missed that in a million years, I've never seen him live and it was absolutely worth it, so brilliant. I had dinner with a friend Saturday night, and then stayed out for a while to watch him sing. He lives about 3 hours away from me these days, so I had to catch him when I could.
I drove on all of these occasions. The thing that has most improved for me in terms of my condition is my ability to drive without pulling over to nap. They were late nights, long drives on straight roads and I didn't pull over or even feel the need to pull over at all (sometimes I'll start to get the urge and depending on how close I am to my destination will determine whether I stop or not... I know that's pretty dangerous but if I'm on my way home I just want to sleep in my bed!!). So that's a pretty big deal. I didn't even nap during the day much this week... I have my Thursday arvo nap (I work 7 - 3 on Thursdays, so I get home at 3.30pm and crash until about 6pm) but other than that I've been able to manage just on the night time sleep. Pretty impressive, I reckon!!
So, I'm proud that I've managed to get through the week with a fairly reasonable work/social balance. But, it has come at a cost. Today, Sunday... deadset I could have slept for the entire day. My body is craving sleep, like people crave chocolate, it just waaaaants it. The thought of sleeping makes me happy. Knowing that I don't really have to think too hard tomorrow makes me happy. I could really do with a whole week of just sleep, honestly. But... I think it's been worth it. I can't be the party hearty girl that can go crazy all night, but if I'm responsible about it, it's something I can do when I need to.
I'm about to read a book about sleep disorders and such... hopefully by my next post I'll be able to give a review about it. Should be interesting, as most of my knowledge I have gleaned thus far from my doctor and Wikipedia.