Tip No 26 : Sleep eight hours a day.
SLEEP. Hah! I was a non sleeper for many years but that was pre Hep C and low Platelets. Nowadays Sleep and Benches are fundamentals in my lifestyle. I tried for years to push past the barriers of fatigue, especially during the Driven Era of the 1990s and all that happened was increasing weakness and muddled thinking and emotional lunacy. Nowadays, I shamelessly “ take to my bed”.
Doesn’t seem to make a writer of me but I feel a lot better. Hey – and that’s despite its meeting considerable amounts of resistance over the years. A lot of People don’t seem to like you to sleep. Or even rest. When I sit on the benches as I so often do, the Restless Ones tend to go a little frenzied.
For a goodly length of time, years indeed, professionals and amateurs alike were very clear with me that I would develop depression from sleeping so much. In my Uncertain Times of early recovery, I struggled to activate so that the depression didn’t come upon me unawares while I was sleeping. After a bit of experimentation I decided that I was far more depressed struggling 5 kilometres on a walk to work in Rainbow Street with a backpack of teaching gear than I was in bed.
I have a knack of choosing residences with good bedrooms where I can lie exotically and not feel trapped and I tell you that’s not easily done on a pension where the rents are often, make that almost always, more than half of the income. What I don’t have a knack of is – interior decoration. My beds suck. I still have a sheet that belonged to my mother and she’s been gone for a decade. My siblings are another matter entirely. The bedroom where I sat with my sister while she passed smelled sweet, was decorated with magical bits and pieces and was soft with satin sheets and pillows.
My brother’s rooms are high class mattresses and sleep-inducing with linen I could happily wear out to a function. Even if with the Princess and the Pea syndrome, I would sleep deeply at his place.
My bedroom – well – its not the best of the rooms I have had but its pretty good. A passionfruit vine is growing up and over the windows and the birds and other critters live in the trees outside it but the bed itself is an acrobatic feat. It creaks and screams for mercy and seems to slope slightly. I do have the satin pillowcases now and I have duck feather pillows – but I am not good at creating a sleeping environment.
My daughter and daughter in law are pretty sharp at the bed creation. They make quality beds and I used to like visiting them. Up in the mountains at my son’s place, they always put 5 pillows and 5 doonahs for me. I liked that. Especially with towels folded in a fan shape with motel soap on top of the spread. The word for my bed which comes to mind is SCHEMOZZLE.
Nonetheless. I like sleeping. THE WORLD OF SLEEP. Sometime before the SHEEPLE YEARS, rest was understood and embraced.
LET US SLEEP !
|Here’s a kindly era when little ones were allowed to be little ones.
The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954), Saturday 18 May 1946
“SLEEP.” The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954) 18 May 1946.
The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 6 August 1980,