Yesterday I went to my doctor for the second time in four days—I've been seeing all my doctors lately because I am a responsible adult who lives in a country with subsidized healthcare and I plan to take advantage of that for as long as I can—and she was mad about the results of my blood work from the first visit. I mean, she wasn't mad, but she was like, "Listen, this is garbage, your blood is garbage, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick?"
Of course my response was to kind of shrug because, yeah, I think I always feel a little sick, or at least some [...]
I was 19 when I first experienced sleep paralysis, and that time it took the form of man lying on top of me, so heavy that it was hard for me to breathe. I’d been dreaming of a heritage village in the South Island town my mother lives, a fenced in collection of buildings with a windmill and a cafe and a book fair every year. It was a pretty innocuous dream, at first; everything was sunny and gentle and not much was happening. At the front gates I saw a friend I hadn’t spoken to in a long time, and while I was trying to talk to her I [...]
"To me, there's nothing worse than waking up and realizing that the sun's already been up for a while."
So many people have trouble getting enough sleep between eleven at night and seven in the morning because sleeping from eleven to seven isn’t what people were designed to do.
In this week's New Yorker, Elizabeth Kolbert writes about insomnia and the history of sleep (which the BBC also did about a year ago), and it's exciting until it's depressing, and then it's over. Recall that almost everything about sleep is horrible.
Previously: Lauren O'Neal's Guide to Natural Sleep Aids.