It's 4 AM, I've been awake since 2:45 and I just got to work. I don't start until 7.
I FUCKING HATE DAY TURN. I haven't slept more than 2 hours in a row since last week. And I've got a trainee this week on top of it. Fuck my life.

I used to sleep like a rock, day or night. When I was tired and wanted to sleep: *poof*! Out like a light. Once-upon-a-time it took not less than three alarm clocks to wake me--set five minutes apart at increasing distances from the bed.

For the last, I dunno, 8-10 years, I guess: No more. Sometimes trouble getting to sleep. Almost always wake at least once, sometimes two or three times. Then sometimes trouble getting back to sleep.

That is the best part of retirement. It happened a couple days ago. Woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning and, after laying there for an hour, realized I wasn't going back to sleep. Got up and browsed on the computer for a while, until I got sleepy again. Then went back to bed.

If it'd been a work day it would've sucked.

So I feel your pain, brother. Believe me!

When I was a young man, I slept like a rock. Hard, "fall through the bed" and such.

For the past 10 years, I sleep like a dozing cat.

A gnat farts a mile away, an eye opens. An ant slips, falls down the hill in the yard, and it sounds like a shot and up I sit, wide eyed and ready to rock and roll. Takes 15 minutes to drift back off to cat napping.

Oy.


To once again, sleep like a rock...

Just for my personal knowledge, around what age does this ailment start kicking in?

I have insomnia and it sucks. Sometimes I go 3 days or so with only getting 3 hours a night. Blows

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Originally posted by sigmonkey:
When I was a young man, I slept like a rock. Hard, "fall through the bed" and such.

For the past 10 years, I sleep like a dozing cat.

A gnat farts a mile away, an eye opens. An ant slips, falls down the hill in the yard, and it sounds like a shot and up I sit, wide eyed and ready to rock and roll. Takes 15 minutes to drift back off to cat napping.

Oy.


To once again, sleep like a rock...

What did wise old Solomon say in Ecclesiastes...

"when people rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint"

And birds are louder than farting gnats and slipping ants ...I'm right there with you sigmonkey...I think an owl flew over last night and I swear it was an A-10

My wife has insomnia from worrying about our insoluble family problem, which means I get awakened when she's listening to her iPhone with headphones. The clicking wakes me up. Oh well, have to go to the bathroom anyway, so there's that.

I only have problems when I have to be "normal". I sleep fine working midnights or afternoons, just not on a regular 7-3. I might only get 5-6 hours, but it is for the most part a solid block of sleep. I just can't always trade my days away.

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Originally posted by slabsides45:
Just for my personal knowledge, around what age does this ailment start kicking in?

For me about age 38 or so. I am 44 now. I had kids at the same time, so I am not sure if it's related or not.

I work in IT. Every 8 weeks I have to be on call, for an entire week. It sucks. I either have to stay up until 11:00 to monitor our nightly system restarts, or I have to get up at 5 instead, to verify the system restarts. At least 1 night in that 7 I will get called. Some times as many as 4 nights. Usually anytime between 1:00 and 4:30.

If called I have to get out of bed and quickly diagnose a computer problem. Sometimes they are an easy fix, such as simply re-running the job. Sometimes it requires more thought. Then it's back to bed. Then I lay there for an hour and a half at minimum trying to get back to sleep.

Sorry to derail your thread to pitch my own bitch. I was on call last week and got called twice (Wed & Sat night), both times at 4 AM. At least it's only 1 week every 2 months.

There are days when you just let your trainee drive around town establishing their geography. Take a couple calls and lay low. But then again, I'm an FTO Sgt and I'd be dead in your ass.

I would like to say my trainee was capable of operating on his own. I would also like to say I thought he was capable of tying his shoes without assistance. I am afraid I would be called a liar.