Multiple sclerosis, What was I thinking?

Turn out the lights, please

I was never a big fan of naps.

In kindergarten, I would dilly-dally until I had to be physically put in my cot. Even then, I never went to sleep, instead daydreaming under my blanket or finding scissors and giving myself a haircut. (What can I say? I was a bit of a wild child.)

It just felt like I was missing something if I went to sleep.

At one point, when I was 10 or so, I did the after-lunch dishes at day care so as not to nap. (Is it breaking child labor laws if I wanted to do it?)

As I grew older, power naps never held much appeal, either. They left me feeling more drained than before I hit the hay.

And in college, no matter what time I went to bed, I would wake up at 7 a.m. sharp every morning. No naps, either. Too much to do.

That’s all changed now.

What I wouldn’t give for a little shuteye.

I am so fatigued lately that I could fall asleep in almost any situation. Come 1 o’clock, I’m looking for a pillow and my so soft (my pet name for my childhood blanket) and 30 minutes to 3 hours of dreamy time.

A friend and I came up with several places I could catch some zzzzz’s. And I’ve added more…


At (well, under) my desk, a la George Costanza. This is my all-time favorite.

Outside in a hammock.

My car. If I’m driving, probably not a good idea. If someone else is driving…well, it depends on the person.

The elevator. (I was really that exhausted)

The bathroom.

My couch.

A friend’s couch.

A couch at a furniture store.

At a movie theater.

Doctor’s office waiting room. (I’ve been in plenty of these lately.)

So really, anywhere I can be in a semi-relaxed position is where I will get my 40 winks.

Sleep, glorious sleep. All those years, I never knew what I was missing.

2 thoughts on “Turn out the lights, please”

    1. Oh, the library! I forgot about that one. Except that I have issues with the library I will have to tell you about in person.

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