I am a rubbish sleeper, sleeping is not always an option as my brain will just not turn of, Sleeping I don’t remember what that feels like.
Yes I have done the:
- Hypnosis (twice)
- Counting sheep
- Counting forwards
- Counting backwards
- Repeating the words in my head sleep, calm, relax, all separately at different times
- Visualising something relaxing like the ocean waves
- Repeating ‘go the f—k to sleep’ – no that definitely didn’t help
|I love my wallpaper, the other three walls are in a very fine stripped coordinated paper as the feature wall
The slip covers were from a French Linen store in Auckland that i bought a couple of years ago
|I only have the TV on in the morning while I am in the shower getting ready for work
So , no it is not the TV keeping me awake
|Reverse cycle air-conditioning, so no complaints here about the temperature|
|A view out to the back, this was taken before the garden went in.
There is a roller blind which along with blocking out the sun, keeps the room cooler and darker
The drapes are a dark grey silk
I go to bed most nights at the same time, I wake up at the same time 6am regardless of what I have done the day or night before.
I have a routine, am I the only nut amongst us?
So as none of the above work, I also have had sleeping tablets, they were a no go either. Took me to long to recover, never again.
However, Mersondol is my friend, and I tend to take one on a nightly basis. The issue with this is that I am paranoid that they are going to destroy my stomach or give me cancer.
I am such a hypochondriac, I get an itchy scalp, so therefore I must have nits.
I have moles on various parts of my body so therefore I must have skin cancer.
I had mouth ulcers, so therefore I must have foot and mouth disease.
The list goes on, will it ever end, probably not, it wouldn’t be fun to tease myself otherwise would it.
Then you know what is going to happen don’t you, I will hit menopause, which I am in complete denial about as I swear it is not going to happen to me, it’s called the power of positive thinking. I am mad aren’t I?