Inspirational
Last Song Syndrome
Insomnia was a malady I couldn’t understand. I had absolutely no idea about tossing and turning in bed.
I could sleep through any crisis, sleep with my eyes half open, sleep sitting down, and sleep standing up. All I needed was something to rest my head on and I would dream on. In fact, I often blogged and bragged about it.
Not anymore. I have been having bouts of occasional and intermittent insomnia. I wake up at all odd hours—12 midnight, 2 or 3 AM to go to the bathroom—and can’t go back to sleep for an hour or two, even if I sang myself a lullaby.
So I sing this song (not too loud, or the husband would kill me) instead—before, during, and after going to sleep, like an LSS:
“When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings.”
“No LSS can cure the sleep patterns of the aging,” one of my friends, who is suffering from the same problem, said. “We just have to get used to it.”
I researched this issue and I am more confused than ever. Medical studies show so many reasons for “sleep awakenings.” I can’t pinpoint which ones are mine.
So I sing my song and count my blessings—as you and I know, this can take forever. On the beginning of my sleeplessness, I got terribly frustrated. Now I simply go to bed early, too early, to make up for the hours I am up singing my LSS and counting my blessings.
Grace comes around to refresh me in the morning. And I count that as another blessing.
