
Sleep is tricky when you’re bipolar. Depression equals too much; mania, not enough. There seems to be no Goldilocks zone.
I’ve been bouncing back and forth between oversleeping and not sleeping enough. Some nights, I lie awake until 3:00. Other nights, I go to sleep at midnight, but wake at 3:00, unable to get back to sleep. No matter which pattern starts the day, I invariably fall asleep while talking to my husband or watching TV, not even aware that I’m doing so. (We call these “kitten naps” instead of “cat naps” because my husband says I look like a kitten falling asleep, my head getting lower and lower until I fall on my face and am more or less sound asleep.)
I don’t know for sure what is causing my broken sleeping patterns, but I have a few suspects.
Meds. My psychiatrist has prescribed me a sleeping pill. It used to be a script for 30 at a time, so I could take one every night. Now I only get 15 per refill, so I can, technically, take them only every other night. The problem is that I don’t know on any given night which sort of night it will be: One when I fall asleep naturally and wake up in the middle of the night, or one when I can’t fall asleep and take kitten naps all day.
If I could predict, I could take a sleeping pill on the nights when I can’t get to sleep at all. But taking one after I’ve been asleep for a few hours doesn’t seem like a good solution, especially since I can’t take one every night.
My not-very-good solution has been to put one sleeping pill into every other day’s section of my pill caddy, never knowing which sort of night I will have. The sleeping pills don’t appear to have any effect at all on these odd sleep patterns, however.
Stress. Stress is another likely culprit. Things have been coming down hard and heavy lately. My husband has cataract surgery tomorrow morning, and that same afternoon I have Wound Care Clinic for a lesion on my heel. Dan needs me to drive him home from the surgery and both to and from the next day for his follow-up. I have an appointment that afternoon with Dr. G., my p-doc, so at least we can have a chat about my sleeping patterns and my meds.
Schedules. I work at home, but Dan has a regular job. I say regular, but I only mean 40 hours per week. How those 40 hours are divided up is crazy. Some days he goes in at 10:00 or 11:00 and gets home at a reasonable hour to have dinner together. Other days he works from 1:30 to 10:00, which means we’re both dead tired when he gets home. These schedules are not conducive to any kind of relaxing time together. When we’re awake at the same time, we usually have to talk about household business matters rather than anything we could bond over. Our meal schedules are irregular too, which can’t be helping my circadian rhythm. His days off are Monday and Tuesday, which is why all our appointments and errands are clustered there.
Pain. That lesion on my heel is a result of edema and a blister that burst. Right now it is the size of a quarter and looks like raw meat. I am told that it used to look worse and be bigger. Either way, it hurts when I have to walk on it, which is every day. I can only take Tylenol for it. I do have some stronger pain pills, but I can’t take them because I’ll have to drive Dan home from his surgery, and the drug takes five or six days to clear my system.
What to Do?
Dan’s work schedule is a given. There’s nothing to be done about it. The medical problems won’t back off for a while, as Dan has another eye that also needs to be operated on, with all the pre-surg and post-surg stuff lasting until just before Thanksgiving. My wound is healing, but very slowly, as I have to walk on that heel or use a wheelchair, so Wound Care Clinic will also continue for I don’t know how long. And who knows whether Dr. G can do anything for my screwed-up sleep patterns?
All I can figure is to keep going as we are until something lets up. We’ll manage somehow. We always do, together.










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