Lately I’ve been having sleep issues.
I’ve given up on sleeping straight through the night anymore. I’m 50. I’m a woman. I always have to get up and go pee at least once during the night. Still learning to live with it. Chemo has made my peeing issue worse. (TMI, I know, TMI. Sorry. I hate it.)
But now with the steroid I’m taking for nausea, I also wake up and want middle-of-the-night snacks. Or I just wake up at 3 or 4 a.m.
Last night, I got home from work about 12:45 a.m., made myself an open-faced chicken salad sandwich, watched a little bit of a bad movie on TV while talking to my roommate’s best friend, and was in bed by 1:20 a.m. With a few interruptions, I stayed in bed until 8:45 a.m. today. Then I emptied the dishwasher, made and ate my breakfast, and started expressing my opinons to the world via Facebook. Yay me.
If this sleeping situation gets worse, I of course will call my doctors and change my meds. So far I haven’t had to do that.
A few nights ago, I woke up around 4 a.m., got on Facebook, and asked if anyone else on my Friends list was also awake at that ungodly hour and to tell me about it. Yes, a few of my friends were, in Ferndale, Michigan; in Scotland, in Phoenix, and in China.
The Ferndaler is a web journalist who had just posted a few stories to her web site. Which you should read. Even if you don’t live in Ferndale, Michigan (I once did). She’s a good writer, she’s passonate about journalism, and she covers her community well: Ferndale115.com/nuevo/
My Scottish friend was making her husband’s lunch. She suggested watching ASMR “whispering” relaxation videos on YouTube, a hot new trend I’d never heard of before and have yet to try.
My Phoenix friend was getting ready for her own morning customer service call center shift.
Meanwhile, the Chinese expatriate told me it was 4 p.m. in China. She told me to get some rest. I told her at 4 p.m. my time that day, I’d be at work.
Yesterday at my cancer support group meeting, our facilitator mentioned sleep issues and the “3 a.m. witching hour.” Of course the women in my group have sleep issues: We’re older, we’re being treated for various cancers, we’re surviving various cancers, we have cancer treatment side effects. We have issues, period.
Our facilitator had a few interesting suggestions for coping with that 3 a.m. witching hour when the anxious feelings spring up and you can’t get back to sleep:
Focus on a color.
Focus on happy memories.
Do relaxation exercises.
But here’s the suggestion she made that I want to try: Blow bubbles. Yes, blow bubbles. Sounds like fun to me.
Just lie in bed with a kid’s tube of bubble soap and a toy wand and blow the stress away.
After group ended yesterday, I went to Dollar Tree. It was just down the street. I had no problem finding bubbles in the toy aisles. They had plenty. Only $1.06 with tax. I had $1.06. I don’t have much, but I had $1.06.
I now have the bubbles by my bed.
I almost can’t wait to have insomnia again.