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Friday, September 23, 2022

TOSSER OR CHILLER?

 Hey gang, how are ya’all?  I hope everyone here is doing outstanding.  I know I am!

So…my question today relates to what kind of sleeper are you?  Are you a TOSSER or a CHILLER?  In other words, do you toss and turn all night, or are you the person who lays down in bed and basically crashes where you drop.


I have friends who seem to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, any which way. It doesn’t matter if they are in a bed, in a chair, sitting at the dining room table, on the floor, or in the car waiting at a stoplight. They sit still for two minutes, and they are out. Some snore, some don’t. Some sleep with their eyes fully closed, some even sleep with their eyes partially open—which really creeps out those of us who are awake, tossing, turning, looking around in frustration, and suddenly focused on someone snoring with half-lidded eyeballs.

Some people have an uncanny ability to lay down in bed and are immediately asleep—where they remain in REM for the entire night, in the same position, without making a peep or even having to get up to pee. I’m not kidding…I’ve seen it! How you ask, if I’m asleep? Well, that’s easy. I’m not.

I’m a TOSSER of the greatest order. I can only sleep if I’m in my bed, under extremely soft sheets and a blanket that doesn’t feel fuzzy, with at least six pillows of various heights and softness (at least 2 of which have to be real down), no TV, no radio, no lights from a digital alarm clock, in almost total darkness, in a chilly room (66 degrees is my sweet spot), with an industrial strength fan going to drown out any noises, move the air around, and provide some “white noise” to drift off to.

The bed must be soft, but with good underlying support, and a cushy four-inch memory foam mattress pad on top, covered with a thick down-like mattress pad. My bed is so tall from all the cushioning that I have to climb up into it and roll out (carefully).  It’s like a bad rerun of The Princess and the Pea!

Even then, it’s still a freakin’ crapshoot. Perhaps the air is too thin at that elevation.

Phase 1 (The Optimist)…I generally start out on my right side because that’s my preferred sleep position, but then my legs start to go to sleep from something I need to have checked out in my back. So, I fluff and reposition my pillows to redo the nest as I turn onto my left side, which is my next favorite sleep position. Still no bueno. Then I angrily reposition all the pillows again as I flip onto my back, which is my least favorite position but offers the best potential for sleep. About ten minutes of shifting my butt, legs, feet, arms, head, and shoulders may or may not result in a comfy position. If it does, chances are fair that I might fall asleep.  If not, then it’s time to level-up.

Phase 2 (The Realist)…I reposition two of my pillows so that I can turn my body to lay catty-corner across the bed, again on my right side. From this orientation, I start back from the beginning, going from the right side, to the left side, to my back, adjusting and fluffing pillows at each shift—then rinse and repeat. About the third time through Phase 2, I decide it’s time for more drastic measures.

Phase 3 (The Desperate)…Get up to pee because by now, it’s been a couple of hours and I have about a 2-hour bladder. On my way back from the bathroom, I start rummaging through the OTC drugs spread out on my bathroom vanity. Depending on how late it is or what I have going on in the morning, I may be able to opt for a Benadryl, or another Melatonin (I already took three 3-mg tabs before I went to bed), or some sinus or cold medicine, or if something hurts maybe some Ibuprofen or Acetaminophen. Phase 3 is the hard-core phase where desperation starts to set in.

Phase 4 (The Hopeless)…At this point, I’ve lost the will to live. I’ve tried every position known to man (or woman), all of the pillows have been fluffed and beaten within an inch of their lives, the blankets are crumpled in a heap, the sheets are pulling out around the edges, and almost every hand or foot is hanging off some part of the bed—some under the covers, some out—and I’m exercising every curse word I can think of…out loud. This is where I finally give up on the idea that I will ever sleep again. At this point, I settle for trying to calm my body and just resting until it’s time to get up.

Phase 5 (The Weary)…This comes about four in the morning when I finally drift off to sleep, only to wake at six to pee. Then I go back to the beginning and repeat Phase 1 and can sometimes go back to sleep until seven or eight, when I drag myself out of bed and make my way to the kitchen in search of a cup o’ Joe.

And people ask me why I drink so damn much coffee. Why? Because I have worked my ass off all night trying to get some very elusive shuteye. My level of dysfunction while uncaffeinated is legendary…and this is why.  I am the poster child for the phrase, “no rest for the weary.” Also, no surprise that I sleep alone.  LOL


So, how about you? Do you sleep so soundly and remain so still that people are tempted to hold a mirror to your nose to check for signs of life? Do you set an alarm just to turn over, so no one is tempted to bury you? Or are you the one who spends the entire night doing everything imaginable, except sleeping—making and remaking your nest, and using every square inch of your California King bed?

Well, folks, let’s all cross our fingers that Kayce finds that sweet spot quickly tonight because it’s been a thirteen-hour workday and I could use some decent shuteye. Last night was a cold medicine night, so I’m hoping for better this night. Perhaps I’ll go set up the coffee pot tonight, so I’m not so challenged in the morning.

A couple of mornings ago I was making coffee and when I picked up the coffeemaker to move it back into position, I almost threw it across the kitchen because it was unexpectedly light. Strangely, my first thought was that it had come unplugged. But surprisingly, the cord on those units isn’t as heavy as you might think. Then I poured the water into it. Works a lot better that way.

That’s my story, sleepy and stupid, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,

Kayce

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5 comments:

  1. Chiller, falling asleep within seconds, most of the time, but I wake up about 2 a.m. every morning and it takes me a while to fall back asleep. But sometimes I can sleep through the whole night. And avoid Kaycee in the morning until she's had a pot of coffee.

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  2. I'm a chiller. I usually fall asleep within a few minutes, less if I'm exhausted. My 4am Kitten alarm usually goes off and wakes me up for at least a few minutes. If he's persistent I fill his treat bowl so he lets me go back to sleep - at least after I take a pit stop for the 4am pee...LOL! Then I fall back asleep quickly - which annoys my husband to no end since it takes him a while to fall asleep no matter how tired he is! Then I have one or two positions I sleep in and end up in....and then sleep like the dead....at least until the kitten alarm goes off. Special note - the "kitten" is an 18-pound 1 year old Maine Coon! So the KITTEN is heavy as all hell and likes to sit on my face and and annoy me until I wake up! LOL.

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    1. Well, I gotta be honest...I think you're starting to annoy me, as well as your hubby. LOL You know I'm kidding. I love you and I'm jealous as heck of your ability to sleep so well! Perhaps it's that sleep number bed. Hmmmm.....

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  3. Half and half for me
    And advice for all
    Never speak or make eye contact with Kayce in the morning until she does one or the other to you
    Just warning ya!

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