yeah it sux

Stephen King's book was not Insomnia up to his usual standard.

I thought the thread was about the TV show, with Dave Attle.

I thought the thread was about the TV show, with Dave Attle.
There is no indication to exactly what this thread is about.

Which is why I mentioned the show.

I thought it was going to be about the movie with Al Pacino.

Sometimes I do find it hard to get to sleep too!

I thought it was going to be about the movie with Al Pacino.
Was that based on the fore mentioned Stephen King book?

I thought this thread was about those nights when you have trouble falling asleep.



Cat

Whatever the thread is about, I've had insomnia for years.

There are two types of insomnia. The most common type is called secondary insomnia. More than 8 out of 10 people with insomnia are believed to have secondary insomnia. Secondary means that the insomnia is a symptom or a side-effect of some other problem. Some of the problems that can cause secondary insomnia include:



Certain illnesses, such as some heart and lung diseases
Pain, anxiety, and depression
Medicines that delay or disrupt sleep as a side-effect
Caffeine, tobacco, alcohol, and other substances that affect sleep
Another sleep disorder, such as restless legs syndrome; a poor sleep environment; or a change in sleep routine



In contrast, primary insomnia is not a side-effect of medicines or another medical problem. It is its own disorder, and generally persists for least 1 month or longer.

"I struggle I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight
without fear
Insomnia, I can't get no sleep"

When You're Lying Awake
From Iolanthe

Libretto by William S. Gilbert, Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan

Sung by Lord Chancellor

When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo’d by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire—and the bedclothes conspire of your usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles—you feel like mixed pickles—so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you’re hot, and you’re cross, and you tumble and toss till there’s nothing ’twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick ’em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle!
Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze, with hot eye-balls and head ever aching.
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams that you’d very much better be waking;

For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich—
Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage—
And you’re giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to a party of friends and relations—
They’re a ravenous horde—and they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney (who started that morning from Devon);
He’s a bit undersized, and you don’t feel surprised when he tells you he’s only eleven.
Well, you’re driving like mad with this singular lad (by the by, the ship’s now a four-wheeler),
And you’re playing round games, and he calls you bad names when you tell him that "ties pay the dealer";
But this you can’t stand, so you throw up your hand, and you find you’re as cold as an icicle,
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks), crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle:

And he and the crew are on bicycles too—which they’ve somehow or other invested in—
And he’s telling the tars all the particulars of a company he’s interested in—
It’s a scheme of devices, to get at low prices all goods from cough mixtures to cables
(Which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers as though they were all vegetables—
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman (first take off his boots with a boot-tree),
And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot, and they’ll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree—
From the greengrocer tree you get grapes and green pea, cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries,
While the pastrycook plant cherry brandy will grant, apple puffs, and three corners, and Banburys—
The shares are a penny, and ever so many are taken by Rothschild and Baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake with a shudder despairing—

You’re a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for your head’s on the floor, and you’ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins, and your flesh is a-creep, for your left leg’s asleep, and you’ve cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose, and some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, and a thirst that’s intense, and a general sense that you haven’t been sleeping in clover;
But the darkness has passed, and it’s daylight at last, and the night has been long—ditto ditto my song—and thank goodness they’re both of them over!

I thought this thread was about those nights when you have trouble falling asleep.



Cat



Thanks for posting this, Cat, because I thought that too.

Dawn, when men of reason go to bed.

How did this completely useless thread turn into a huge information article?  :o

Sleep has always gained my interest.

Hope this link works

insomnia

Hope this link works

insomnia
I will read it later when I feel more awake.

No insomnia last night, slept straight away.

"I can't get no sleep!"

Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping

Tired.

Can't... go... to... sleep.

I'd rather stay awake

I'd rather stay awake


That's the spirit! We can sleep when we're dead : )

I'd rather stay awake



That's the spirit! We can sleep when we're dead : )

Party all night?

Party all night?


Yeah, when you know where one's at.

I'm off to bed now

Yeah, when you know where one's at.
I cannot imagine a party happening on a Monday night.

Beastie Boys's No Sleep Till Brooklyn?

i've been sleeping pretty well.

With the current bout of Hay Fever I cannot imagine much sleep tonight.