The Sleepless vs. the Sleepy

I had an interesting dream last night (in retrospect) in which I awoke to find that my wife was not sleeping next to me. I got up to take my shower and such, and found her getting ready to go to work – very early. This would be unusual for her because her office doesn’t open until like 10:00am or so.

When I woke up for real, to the sounds of my alarm clock, the bed was indeed empty. But my wife wasn’t getting ready in the bathroom as I had imagined, she was sleeping in the floor outside of Balthazar’s room. So Amy had a bad day today that started some time in the wee-hours. Bummer.

In stark contrast, I got back on my narcolepsy medication today for the first time in over a year and I feel like 1,000,000 bucks! For the last several months, my narcolepsy seemed to have kicked into high gear. Seriously, since I turned 30 I felt like the disease had gained extra ferocity – no amount of sleep was getting me feeling awake. And if I got too little sleep (i.e. under 7 hours) I was practically useless.

In our household, you have my wife; the sleepless, and me; the sleepy. The crux of the issue is a small child. He goes through bouts of waking fits; either from dreams, growing pains, or just restlessness, in which he needs comfort from us. Because I’m practically in a coma when I sleep and she’s a light sleeper by nature, she’s commonly the one to wake up and tend to his nighttime needs. Dicey situation. It’s only a matter of time before she’s had as little sleep as the human body will allow in a week and she passes out in exhaustion wherever it’s handy.

We’ll see how the new batch of meds works for me – maybe I can survive on less than 7 hours of sleep and not make my daily appearance to work as the walking dead. If that’s the case, I might even be able to wake up (be woken) to help out with the boy.