All of my life I've been a good sleeper. As a child I had a set bedtime and didn't fret when time came - although I liked it best when someone read me to sleep. When a teenager, if left to my own devises, I would have slept until noon everyday, even after having gone to bed at a decent hour the night before. As a young mother, I learned to nap when babies napped, and go to bed earlier at night so I could cut short those "stay in bed" hours in exchange for some peaceful, quiet, awake times before 3 sets of little feet hit the floor. Even as an adult, I've gone to sleep and stayed asleep (except for those occasional trips to the loo - what IS it about seniors and the bladder urge in the middle of the night?) At bedtime -usually before the late news - I'd climb into my side of the bed, scoot toward the middle, wiggle into that warm, snuggle spot and be asleep instantly. Then, retaining the habit of rising early, at 5:00AM sharp, without need for alarm, my eyes would pop open ready to begin another day. No tossing and turning. No deer eyed stares at the ceiling. No bad dreams. Just a good sleep.
Things aren't like that anymore. The awfulness of spending six months beside my husband's hospital bed, respirator wheezing, little red lights blinking, alarms beeping, and nurses constantly in and out of the room for blood pressure checks and meds, took it's toll on my good sleep habits. Sleep came in fits and starts - minute naps and not the power kind either. It was nearly three years after I became a woman who had outlived her husband for me to regain some of my former peaceful, restful sleep.
Today, I sleep some, read some, get up and use the loo some, read some more, sleep some more... My reading light is clipped to whatever book I'm reading. Off. On. Off. On. If the neighbors could see through the window blinds, they might think I was practicing Morse Code. On those rare occasions, when I go right to sleep and am oblivious for the next six or seven hours, I'm as proud of myself as though I'd lost 10 pounds - well, maybe just two pounds, but it truly does feel an accomplishment. Are you a good sleeper?
Sandy