About a week ago, I’m typing on my laptop when I notice this humming ache in my skull. Soon enough, I knew I could not go on with the work and dropped it. This was in the Afternoon.
I decided not to take any pain relief drugs because according to my friend, constant use wasn’t healthy and simple water, food and rest would do wonders.
So rest, it would have to be. I laid down and picked up a book to tide me over (laugh at yourself for me counting reading as rest).
My worry began when even the book was tuning the headache to a splitting one. Many minutes later of forcing my eyes and brain to work, I had to give up and…really rest?
So I drop it all. “Dear sleep, since you’ve refused me to be productive today, here I am, take me.” But even sleep betrayed me.
Most persons I have shared rooms will often comment on my sleep habit. Sad to say but I don’t play with it. I hate being groggy or those stupid headaches that come from overtasking.
These people know how easy it is for me to say something like: “Let me have a 15-minutes nap before it’s time for class.” Then close my eyes, zoom off and wake up when my alarm rings, more than ready for the work. I’ve even been known to do 5-minutes.
Now, when I tell you I was worried I couldn’t sleep, understand me. I COULDN’T SLEEP. I turned and turned but my mind kept churning with thoughts of “why can’t I sleep?”
There I laid, not doing anything but waiting….begging for sleep to come. Finally, I take the paracetamol and viola! Nothing.
Hours later of nursing a dull ache, it’s evening, I’ve eaten, taken yet another pill and still begging for sleep to come.
This time I was the woman with the issue of sleep. “If I could just sleep…”
Somehow amid my mourning and turning, I must have dozed off cause it’s early morning when next my eyes open. Over eight hours later. Talk about unproductivity.
But that’s not what my mind went to at all. I opened my eyes and the next words from my mouth were, “Thank you, Jesus!”
I remember how when I’d hear about Insomniacs, I’d ache at the joy they must have- nights and nights of working and productivity. Turns out that’s not the case. I’d had only a baby case of unrest and it was horrible.
So my people if you’re able to sleep at night or even fight sleep cause of the level of work before your face or the unchecked boxes on your to-do list then you have one less problem to worry about in life.
Being able to sleep at all… without pills is a blessing from God and enough reason to thank God today.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat — for he grants sleep to those he loves.Psalms 127:2 (NIV)
Hope you were blessed💓