Do People Really Live this Early in the Morning?
Insomnia is a big problem for many of us who have chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia or chronic pain. For many different reasons we have trouble sleeping. I don’t know about you champions, but before Fibro was officially diagnosed I was an early to bed early to rise kind of guy. Now that I have insomnia, I go to bed late and get up late, most of the time.
When life demands that I wake up early, about fifty percent of the time I can take my MEDs and I can get to bed in time to accommodate an early rise. This morning was one of those days when I got decent sleep in spite four or five interruptions.
I woke up at 8:15 a.m. to take my daughter to work at 9:00 a.m. I had enough time to take my pain MEDs and to rest my back on my heating pad for at least a half hour.
We left at 8:48 a.m. We saw a perky thirty-something woman jogging and wondered how someone could be out so early and be so perky and be jogging all at the same time. My daughter has developed bad sleeping habits along with me and my wife as she grew up. So this is early for her.
We live in a small town and on main street, the main thorough-fare, there were tons of cars on both sides of the road. That’s awfully early for this many people to be out and driving around on a Saturday. It was now 8:52 a.m.
As Kate and I were talking, on the way to the salon, I was reminiscing about the days when I used to go to work as someone else’s employee. I would be at my desk and working by eight in the morning. I realized I would wake up about an hour early to be ready for work. When I started a longer commute I woke up another hour and a half earlier to get ready to get to the bus or train. The last time I did that was about February 2002. I worked for myself for several years before my official diagnosis of fibromyalgia and then later becoming disabled.
As I reflected on that memory on my way home, by now it was 9:04 a.m., I realized how much fibromyalgia has affected my life. All these years later, eight in the morning is sleeping time. When millions of people are hard at work, I am sleeping or just waking up. Sadly, this is just another example of how fibro has, without my consent, changed the way I am forced to live my life.