For about the fourth night in a row, I awoke last night between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. I tossed and turned for awhile, hoping to get back to sleep, but it was to no avail. I stayed in bed, my eyes closed, for what seemed like an eternity, then checked the clock: 3:45 a.m. Again, I attempted to sleep. More tossing and turning, another clock check: 4:18 a.m. Another try and another check: 5:11 a.m. And again: 5:49 a.m. Finally, I may have gone back to sleep, though I sort of doubt it; when I saw that the clock read 6:49 a.m., I gave up and got out of bed.
The previous nights were not quite as gruesome. Once, I got up at 3:15 a.m. and went back to bed around 4:30 a.m., drifting off for awhile before I got up for the day just after 6:00 a.m. Another night, there were short periods of sleep, punctuated by 45 minute periods of wakefulness.
These episodes of insomnia, I suspect, are the primary contributors to a monstrous headache that has plagued me for the last two or three days. Though I’m pretty sure it’s a stress headache, brought about by the stress of selling a house and buying a house and renting a house to serve as a temporary home between the two and arranging for packers and movers, it is not helped by the insomnia. And it’s not helped by the anxiety associated with plans to get the “stuff” we’ve opted to move ourselves (rather than move into storage) from here to there. The car isn’t big enough and I’m not sure a minivan will do the trick. Even if it does, the move will involve either making a round trip with the van, then another trip with the car, or paying exorbitant fees for a one-way rental and requiring my wife to drive one-way in the car, which is not high on her list of things she wants to do.
If money were no object, I’d hire someone to take our short-term stuff over for us…if I could find someone to do it.
The closing on our house sale is Friday. I expect the stress will ebb a bit when that’s done. And it may drop a little if and when we reach agreement with the seller on repairs on the house we’re buying. But if we don’t reach agreement, at least we know we have a place to live temporarily.
Coincidentally, I heard an interview yesterday with a woman who wrote a piece of fiction called “Sleep Donation,” about an epidemic of insomnia in the U.S. I hope my recent experience with it doesn’t trigger a real epidemic.