I’ve had a rough first half of August. Lots of overtime and various responsibilities that cost me some sleep. And I’ve fallen behind on my writing.
Writing delays, I can handle. However, I insist on getting my eight hours of sleep every night even though some people think that at 24 years old I shouldn’t be so strict.
The thing is, I have very good reasons to avoid sleep deprivation at all cost. I’m not a clumsy person. I have good reflexes and very good coordination. I’m aware of my surroundings. When I’m tired, not just one short night tired but cumulative tiredness over a short period of time, you can take the last three sentences and go opposite day with them.
I mean it! I had breakfast with Leaf Saturday morning. When I told her I was sleep deprived, her first reaction was: “What did you break this time?”
Over the course of the last year, I’ve broken one teapot and three cups, tore/pierced/caused to unstitch a fair amount of clothing, twisted my ankle at least ten times (not badly but still)… broken nails? You don’t want to know. Bruises/scratches/burns? Don’t ask. And most of them seem to pop out of nowhere.
I’m usually not a danger to other people when I’m sleep deprived because I make a conscious effort to watch my movements when I’m around them. But as soon as I lower my guard…
Friday night, I broke my kitchen’s light fixture. I smashed it to smithereens. Luckily, I missed the light bulb. I was alone in my kitchen, barefooted, and the broom was in the living room. Obviously, a piece of glass dug its way into my heel even though I was very careful when I walked out of the minefield. I ended up leaving drops of blood all over my freshly cleaned floor. And I’ll have to replace the lamp during my vacation.
On Saturday, I had a dinner at some friends. I was responsible for desert and made sure to choose a recipe that limited the chances to harm myself. The raspberry and whiskey cheesecake was delicious though I have various grievances against the recipe. At least, I didn’t get hurt.
On Sunday, I sprang my ankle pretty bad. The pain caused a drop of blood pressure but I didn’t faint. Phew… It’s still sore, though.
I could have alternatively titled this post “Why Aheïla + Sleep deprivation should be a mathematical impossibility” but I decided it was a mouthful.