Or lack thereof.
At what point does it become insomnia? I’m wary of using the word; there are so many people that really suffer with it. And here I am with a few days of nosleep. I’ve slept approximately 5 hours out of the last 72. I woke up Sunday morning and that was that. Now it’s Wednesday.
It’s starting to affect me physically. I have a mouth ulcer and a sore throat, so clearly my immune system is crying out for a rest. My joints ache purely through overuse (and my hip joints suck anyway). I’m clumsy – all my spacial awareness is off.
I think I will take a sleeper tonight. I’ll deal with the hangover for the sake of not being dead. It’s a good trade-off!
My impromptu holiday is mostly not going to plan. I’m enjoying it, but I had intended to have quite a lot more walks and quite a lot less anxiety attacks over the idea of going outside.
Must take steps to not get manic.