To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Sleep is way overrated.

At least that’s what I used to think, before I met my wife and before I started to get older and began to feel the very real consequences of not sleeping well or enough.

I went to college for three years, medical school for four years and then did a residency in psychiatry for four more years before I could start to work as a “real” doctor. All during that time, sleep was a very real luxury that one very quickly learned could be sacrificed for something else, like last minute cramming for a final, research that helped avoid a tongue lashing by a picky attending on morning rounds, or more coffee. We were basically trained by medical training NOT to sleep. In addition to my regular academic duties, I worked a third shift lab job in the hospital, had to go to class, had clinical rotations and had to read, like, all the time. Little naps were good, but an unbroken eight hours of sleep never happened.

Somehow, and I still don’t know quite how, that lack of sleep, perceived need for sleep, and inability to understand the need for sleep carried over into private practice and starting a family. As time went on, sleep deprivation became the norm. I’m sure it deprived me of some experiences and some moments of being fully awake.

As I age, I know in my head and my heart that I need more sleep, but I still begrudge the time lost. I love to sleep, but I hate to end the day and get to bed!

Funny thing is, if I get at least seven or eight hours of good sleep now, I can tell a night and day difference. I am sharper mentally, I feel much better physically, my tolerance is better and I am more creative.

I am trying to learn these key points:

Sleep is good for me. I need to sleep. A lot more than I do. Every night possible.

Routine is important, not just for my little grandchildren, but for me too. Get up at about the same time each day. Get to bed. Let the day end. You’ll have another brand new one tomorrow!

I have a feeling that if I do NOT learn these important lessons on my own, my aging body and brain will let me know in good time….

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