Posts tagged sleep deprivation
Posts tagged sleep deprivation
This was me yesterday! Simply could not sleep on Sunday night—finally put a cloth over my stupid Moonbeam clock at 3:15 so I couldn’t see the face. I was a total fuck-up in rehearsal as a result. I’m considering passing out shots and a Line Notes Drinking Game rule sheet to the stage management tonight. They’ll be hammered before we’re through with Act 1.
I hope you get to take a nap, ttm. Wouldn’t it be great if people could transfer rest as if it were money, and store it away in accounts for a day when we’re seriously lacking it? I think we should do that. Let’s get on that, Science.
Three hours of sleep. I’m fine.
Ugh. Folks, it’s a shit hole in here. I can’t believe I thought I’d have the wherewithal and finesse to get through all this junk in one day, especially after staying up till 4:00 last night (first it was because of Patrick Rothfuss, then it was because of a stomach ache—and yes, the two are mutually exclusive). I have seen fit to part with more pieces of paper, and so far this stuff is still in semi-organized heaps, so there is no way I’m picking it all up tonight just to go through it all again tomorrow. But (please read this next bit to yourself in the most whiny voice you can muster) daaaaaaaaaamn! :o( I am so tired of this! I refuse to have anything more to do with this bullshit after this weekend. Come Monday, I am moving on to endeavors that include things such as NOT BEING THIS. JESUS. Why do people devote entire weekends to this on a regular basis? I would genuinely like to know. I’m damn sure it doesn’t suit me, though, and from here on out I am devoting my life to things like recycling theatre programs, being extraordinarily picky about which birthday cards I keep, and possibly becoming a Jehovah’s Witness just so that I can be certain that I will never get another damned Christmas card.
Also, Tumblr, thank you for existing. While I do miss the feeling of my pen on paper, I must acknowledge the fact that there are no less than fifteen (I’m estimating, but it’s a good-sized book box full, y’all) journals full of angst from the time I could move a pencil around to the present day. While, yes, there is a journal stashed somewhere SUPER TOTALLY SECRET OMG, the fact remains that because of Tumblr, I’m filling it up far less rapidly and am thus saving myself space in the future.
Tomorrow, my goal is to see my floor devoid of sentimental detritus, fold my fucking laundry and move my growing collection of empty boxes back up to the attic. And possibly finish altering that cute bicycle print shirtwaist dress I found at Goodwill, because it’s so windy and pretty and the flowers are sprouting and the birds are having sex you guys! Fucking spring!
I’m going to bed. Good night, you guys. Thanks for reading. Someday I’ll learn how to do fun little gifs like all the cool Tumblr kids, but for now, my dear, fine six followers, please accept this:
Get it? It’s a Tolkien of my affection. *snrk* Love you guys. <3
I have experienced so many of these first-hand, but the one that I relate to the most is #9: Sleep In, Save Your Grade. When I was in high school, I moved from a small school in rural Pennsylvania to a school about four times its size in Houston, TX. When I look back on the three years I spent there, I still notice new things about my life that were unhealthy, and they were things over which I had no control, like how school was scheduled. First, my school in Pennsylvania had been implementing a block system: four periods of eighty minutes each day, and a change in classes after winter break. My Houston school had six classes per day and generally no change between semesters. In addition, in Pennsylvania the school day began at 8:30. In Texas, it began at 7:30, which meant that in order to catch the school bus at 6:30 (yes) I had to get up at 5:30.
Any time I come across something like this, I’m glad that it’s out there. I’m not going to say that my pre-Texas years were anxiety- or sadness-free, but those feelings increased tenfold with the move, and I’m certain that the culture and rigorous schedules imposed upon kids my age had a large hand in that experience.
Just in case you needed some extra motivation to stay in bed tomorrow morning, here is some psychological ammunition to go back into your warm bed:
- Sleep deprivation is becoming increasingly problematic nationwide: In 2005, a poll conducted by the National Sleep Foundation concluded that Americans averaged just 6.9 hours of sleep per night. To many of us, that might not sound too shabby, but according to the report, that’s two hours less than people were sleeping on a nightly basis back in the 19th century; an hour drop per night compared to fifty years ago; and 15—25 minutes less per night since the turn of the century.
- Lack of sleep can accumulate over the course of several days: In one of the most extensive human sleep deprivation studies ever conducted, researchers at the University of Pennsylvania limited study volunteers to various levels of sleep deprivation for 14 consecutive days (for example, 6 hours in bed per night for two weeks straight). Their results showed that restricting sleep to six hours per night caused cognitive performance and reaction times so drop so dramatically, that by the end of the 2-week period, these test participants were performing as poorly as subjects who had forgone sleep for two nights in a row.
- You’re a terrible judge of how tired you really are. (Sleep deprived participants) who were subjected to consecutive nights of decreased sleep were asked to rate their subjective feelings of sleepiness… and their self-assessments were total crap. At the end of the two week testing period, most volunteers believed themselves to be functioning relatively normally, even though their cognitive and physiological abilities were comparable to those of subjects who had gone days without sleeping at all.
- If you don’t, you’ll die Depending on who you ask, the world record for intentional sleep deprivation is somewhere between 11 and 19 days. That said, experiments in rats have shown that continuous sleep deprivation for upwards of two weeks inevitably leads to death; and outcomes are also fatal in rare cases where humans are literally unable to sleep. Such is the case with fatal familial insomnia (FFI). FFI is an exceedingly rare prion disease of the brain. Its progression is marked by a complete inability to sleep, dementia, and eventually death, with the typical survival span for FFI patients being between 7 and 36 months.
- The dangers of microsleep. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine defines a microsleep as an episode, lasting anywhere between a fraction of a second to half a minute, during which external stimuli are not perceived. Have you ever driven through an intersection only to realize that you had no idea what color the traffic light was? There’s a chance you were experiencing a bout of microsleep.
- Lack of sleep is expensive. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine reports that there are an average of 250,000 accidents every year related to sleep — which sounds high, until you read that as many as 80,000 drivers may be falling asleep behind the wheel every day. In 1994, a special report for the National Commission on Sleep Disorders Research found that all told, accidents related to sleep deprivation are estimated to have an annual economic impact in the range of $43 billion to $56 billion dollars.
- Improve your sex life. A 2009 study conducted by the National Sleep Foundation found that 75 percent of respondents reported symptoms of sleep problems — problems that carried over into many of the respondents’ sexual encounters (or lack thereof). According to CBS, roughly one quarter of the respondents with partners reported that their sexual relationships had been hurt because they had “been too sleepy,” and that “they had sex less often or lost interest in having sex because they were too tired.”
- It’s probably making you fat. Evidence continues to pile up that prolonged periods of partial sleep loss may increase your risk of both obesity and diabetes via a number of different metabolic pathways, including your body’s ability to regulate glucose (i.e. the development of insulin resistance), and your brain’s ability to keep your hunger and appetite in check.
- Sleep in, save your grade. In 1997, University of Minnesota researchers conducted a study on more than 7,000 high school students whose school district had recently switched from a 7:15 am start time to an 8:40 am start time. According to the APA: Compared with students whose schools maintained earlier start times, students with later starts reported getting more sleep on school nights, being less sleepy during the day, getting slightly higher grades and experiencing fewer depressive feelings and behaviors.
- Because sleep deprivation is torture. The use of sleep deprivation as a CIA interrogation technique has stirred up intense controversy in recent years, with many scientists — including James Horne, from the Loughborough University Sleep Research Centre — quick to characterize it as absolutely and unequivocally torturous. [Torture victim via]
My mother called me at work a little while ago to tell me that Crispin Glover is going to be at a local venue tonight and to suggest that I find a place to sleep in town tonight so that I can go to the show and not have to worry about getting home with my not-completely-rubbery tires in all the snow that Mother Nature has be misering away so that she could dump it all on us in one huge, twenty-five-day-late Christmas bonus.
So, this is clearly a very cool thing on its own, but it’s making me call my independence into question, because while several parts of my brain activated upon hearing this news (Where can I stay, Who is Crispin Glover again and didn’t I just look him up and Oh, he’s Crispin Glover not Danny Glover and why do I spend SO much time learning meaningless facts on IMDB when I don’t even remember them?) there was also a part of me that said “OmgIhavethebestmomEVER! She’s telling me to stay in town and have fun instead of doing my homework!!! I’m get to stay out until 10:00 p.m.! HOORAY! THANKS, MOM!”
I’ve been out of college for almost six years. I’m going to just call this a vestige of being in school that comes out when I’m around my mom, though I really should be more of an adult and say, no, I really need to finish my portfolio once and for all…no, I’m tired because I stayed up till 3:00 a.m. last night
watching “How I Met Your Mother” working on my portfolio. And it’s going to snow. Assloads, apparently. No, because I had a condiment sandwich and Thai Kitchen rice noodles for lunch (but, Naked Orange Carrot smoothie, so…cool, right?) and I can’t afford dinner. No, because I had to look up who Crispin Glover is (And oh, DUH, he’s George McFly! Why can’t we just call him George McFly? And this is when my Self says to my Self (in a totally non-multiple-personalities way), “Remember how when you were little and wondered what happened to Shirley Temple, and Mommy told you that she grew up and had two marriages because the first guy she married thought she’d be like all of her characters and he was wrong? You work in theatre, for goodness’ sake! Do you want to do that to George McFly Crispin Glover?”
I’m sorry, Crispin. It’s just that you were cemented in my impressionable pre-teen brain as a sexy mouse that roared and now no matter how many other wholly impressive parts you play; for me, you’ll always be wearing a cream-colored tuxedo and a little bow-tie.
Good God, where did I start with this post and how did I get here? Anyway, Crispin Glover, y’all. He’s doing a reading, slide-show thing and it sounds waaaaay cool.
Now I’m going to hydrate, take my vitamins, answer e-mails, have a little more coffee and find a place to sleep tonight. Oh, and after work, I’m picking up three of the dresses I’ve made for my
only best client so that I can fix them up, make them pretty and take better pictures for my portfolio. Maybe I’ll post some…we’ll see. I have forty-five minutes to do computer stuff here before we close, and I’m currently reaping the rewards for spending most of the afternoon at The Editing Room, which I learned about today. I found it very entertaining…mostly. We’ll blame it on my lack of sleep (please, please, Crispin Glover, forgive me if I doze off, it really is me, not you), but it also made me sad, which probably means that I was taking it a leetle too seriously. But I spent a good portion of the morning on BackstageJobs.com, so that’s okay.
Now there are only twenty-nine minutes. Shit.