Surviving Sleep Deprivation
After six months of sleep deprivation and hormonal oddness, I am in a surreal existence. Choosing the right word for a sentence while conversing proves difficult, yet I can write an email or a blog post. That does not mean that I’ll recall having sent the email.
I could not remember the other day if I’d invited a friend for dinner via email or if I’d merely thought of writing her to ask. Someone asked me what I do for a living, and it took me longer than it normally would have to answer. I took homemade soup and bread to a new mama’s house. When I went to leave, she thanked me for it. I’d forgotten all about having brought her the soup until she mentioned it. I don’t mind the slower mind function; it’s part biological function and I’m not going to change years of evolution in my lifetime. What’s difficult is to exist and live in the world around me, a world that has the expectation that I’m a well-rested individual who can think the way she used to think.
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