Ugh. Yay! Argh. Woohoo!
So, the weekend of the move, I got sick. Some silly cold/flu thing going around; I often get those, I’ve realized, when the weather changes (which it just did) — changing weather must depress my immune system or something. Anyway, this particular bug is very much into the "fatigue" spectrum of symptoms, which made it suck a LOT that I couldn’t really rest up over that weekend. I slept as much as I could (averaging 7 hours for those three nights) and tried to eat well, but it was useless — under those conditions, I simply wasn’t going to kick this crap quickly.
So here I am on Wednesday, pondering that Hell must have a level for what it’s like to work each day of the week while sick. Sticking to my schedule (as well as I can while compensating for coughing fits and crap) is keeping me moving, but it’s also making me crave sleep like I think I never have before. I say "never" in spite of my long history with sleep-dep experiments, because I don’t feel sleep-deprived — I feel like if I don’t hibernate my butt off, I won’t get well. I’m craving sleep like I’d be craving Vitamin C if I wasn’t already saturated in it. I feel like I’d be better already if I could just crash out for a day, but I’ve spent the last two weekends and every minute in-between doing manual labor.
HOWEVER. The words "worth it" ring a little tinny, even considering that I’m still in nasal hell — the house is moved into, is awesome, and has rooms and doors everywhere! Of course I feel like I haven’t really gotten to take advantage of it fully yet — the "art section" is still inch deep in dirt and my "own private office" is a computer balanced on boxes — but, I implore thee, who gives a crap? I HAVE A HOUSE!
There’s a business nearby called, amusingly, "Wayne Industries". So we went ahead and named the new place "Wayne Manor". The music studio my boy’s building in the basement? "Batcave". Hey, we’ve got language centers in our brains; might as well enjoy them, right? ;)
Now. Maybe I can find a way to go home early today…Probably not, but maybe…
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I seem to be replying to your posts in a backward manner. Perhaps that’s all right…
Generally, whether I have been in a polyphasic period or not, I can say that — in my entire life– I am not sick, unless I am in stages where I don’t know what-the-hell I am doing.
I say this because of some reflection on your posts. (I don’t usually think about why I am sick, while I am sick. During sickness I’m quite stupid and dumb.) But it’s an interesting correlation that my polyphasic habits are strongest during those times between the recognition of being sick.
On further reflection, yeah, I remember times during my peak of polyphasic sleeping that I wasn’t sick for 5 years in a row…. Wow, that’s spooky thought for me.
Hang on, I took long enough before hitting reply to remember, I *was* sick during a business move … yikes, that was a sh*tty time, I remember. I was was sick for nearly six weeks. Ooog. That nasty nasal drip, it was.
But I think that that was a time which clarifies a trend. While I was stable in work and personal life, I was never sick. Of course this is not enough data to state that polyphasic sleep saves me from being sick, but it is an interesting correlation.
Thanks again for your website,
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You know, I totally wish I had enough data to speak to whether polyphase can (in whatever circumstances) help prevent illness…but my own experience, for whatever reason, has been that I’m sick no more or less often than usual. But I’ve always been undergoing wild changes while on polyphase! Argh!
Ah well, one more “I have no freaking idea” chapter to put in the book… ;)
Yeah, I’m back to the notion of “stable in personal and business life” means that I will avoid sickness.
:)
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