Count myself among the many who wish their sleep patterns were better. Short of a formal sleep study, a form of excessive medical care for me, I've engaged in a lot of interventions. I am aware of sleep hygiene principles, which I commit myself to periodically. My bottle of melatonin from the shelf at Walmart gets judicious use. My card of diphenhydramine gel caps, obtained from the Dollar Store, allows me to get drowsy but at an unacceptable cost the next morning. Unlikely that I will finish the remaining aqua capsules. I've used Ambien samples, four of them conserved over several months. That stuff works, and offered to me by my doctor, but not the direction I should be taking in my senior retirement years. Sleep Hygiene is the way to go.
Thursday, May 8, 2025
Heeding Circadian Rhythms
Count myself among the many who wish their sleep patterns were better. Short of a formal sleep study, a form of excessive medical care for me, I've engaged in a lot of interventions. I am aware of sleep hygiene principles, which I commit myself to periodically. My bottle of melatonin from the shelf at Walmart gets judicious use. My card of diphenhydramine gel caps, obtained from the Dollar Store, allows me to get drowsy but at an unacceptable cost the next morning. Unlikely that I will finish the remaining aqua capsules. I've used Ambien samples, four of them conserved over several months. That stuff works, and offered to me by my doctor, but not the direction I should be taking in my senior retirement years. Sleep Hygiene is the way to go.
Thursday, September 26, 2024
Wrist Jolt
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Up on Time
Eventually, I prefer the late sunsets of Daylight Savings Time. This third morning of the new clock settings I resolved to depart my bed at the specified time that I plan to keep permanent until either the next clock adjustment or time zone travel. It was a struggle, but I am up, dental routine completed, newspaper moved from driveway to the front door, first k-cup of coffee brewed, and morning pills swallowed. I need that coffee to serve its intended purpose, though that typically happens after the second cup.
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
Not Tired
Don't know if I'm on a productivity roll or the illusion of one. Yesterday I spent mostly engaged with mental activities. I did some laundry and prepared my newly scoured and disinfected aerogarden for planting. Did a scheduled treadmill session. Other than a short drive with an aborted attempt to get discounted lunch on the WaWa ballyhooed app, I went nowhere. Instead, I wrote, provoked some folks on Reddit, but mostly read. And read quite a lot. Several chapters of my current e-book. A very long article on the inappropriate response of the political left and supportive university denizens to rationalize recent atrocities against Israelis by Hamas. Made more than my usual Tweets, less than my usual FB comments. Did well on crosswords. Listened to a wonderful seminar from the Hartman Institute. Made a video for my YouTube Channel. Looked up two people, one of recent acquaintance, one from the very distant past who had done interesting things since our HS days. A mental day. A very satisfying mental day.
At the end of the day, I dozed while watching a documentary on the Smithsonian Channel, but likely only napped to the early stages of sleep. In bed, I stayed awake, got up, read some more e-book and the long essay. Still not able to sleep when returning to bed, but lights out. Eventually sleep cycles took over. My smartwatch tracker records six hours, but my recollection of the last glance at the red numerals on the clock radio and the numerals at wake time is closer to four. Got out of bed and on to dental hygiene twenty minutes before the smartwatch alarm buzzed, then coffee, and now laptop. No messages overnight.
Despite what seems like sleep deprivation, I do not feel the least bit drowsy. It is a treadmill day and a morning OLLI class. While the mental activities left me satisfied, today may be better diverted to more of a mixture of chores and recreation. I also do not feel irritable, not annoyed with anyone or anything. By the end of the daylight hours, the sleep deficit should express itself as fatigue with a return to my more customary surly self. But for now, at least until treadmill time, some more reading and thinking.
Friday, March 24, 2023
Continuous Sleep
For the first time in recent memory, perhaps a few years memory, middle of the night insomnia did not present itself circa 3AM. I remember not falling asleep easily, estimated by Sleep Tracker at just over an hour. Usually my sleep latency, the time from lights out to being asleep is relatively short. But my next awareness came with a wrist buzz. The smartwatch sent its alert at the programmed 6:30 AM, prominent enough for me to notice it. I still thought I needed more sleep, but got up momentarily for the bathroom. Not long after, at 6:45, the music from Sleep Tracker, which could begin anywhere from then until a half hour later depending on other signals built into the program that I don't understand, turned on. I felt almost awake, not yet 100% but not deprived enough to challenge modern electronics, so I completed the night's sleep interval. It estimated I had been asleep about 6.5 hours, but its rare continuous nature caught my attention. Since the purpose of sleep is to enable activity the following day. Whether this made a difference should play out later. For now I feel adequately rested, maybe a notch or too shy of optimally renewed, but fully functional.
Monday, March 13, 2023
Two Half-Nights
It doesn't take very long to adapt to Daylight Savings Time, now in its second day. Much like traveling to a different time zone. Sleep times are affected first, though not for many nights.
My Sleep Tracker has helped improve my rest, for all its inaccuracies. Some things it just doesn't seem designed to do, particularly measuring my middle of the night insomnia, those wakeful times, and it doesn't always measure sleep latency, or time from entering bed to falling asleep in the best way either.
Trying to adapt to DST, I followed the clock, which had not yet become my biological reset, entering bed at the desired time, probably falling asleep in a reasonable time, though not the seven minutes on the tracker. I awoke five hours later, fully awake, engaging in some timed maneuvers with my smartwatch to return to real sleep. I must have about an hour later, then awakening spontaneously, though not entirely refreshed at a reasonably desirable clock time, which by then was probably also my biological time. I thought I would stay in semi-sleep until the tracker which has an algorithm for sounding within a band of preset time, signaled me to get up. WRTI radio set by my wife got there first. My first inclination, wait another fifteen minutes for their Souzalarm, which is a rousing march of some type aired at 7:15, which is also the end point of my tracker algorithm, but I just told the tracker to end the night's recording, look at its overnight statistics, and go on to dental hygiene followed by weekly weigh-in and coffee.
While the tracker offered its measurements, my internal assessment is that I really had two half-nights of sleep, each pretty decent. First portion, falling asleep to awakening five hours later, second portion resuming true sleep probably an hour or so later and waking spontaneously close to a customary wake time. Each seemed adequate when combined, neither adequate by itself. And I don't really have a good sense of what transpired in each session except for maybe a fragment of a dream in the second half.
The purpose of sleep is to enable the next day. Off to an OK start.