What happened when she didn’t sleep for five days?

She exploded and that is putting it mildly.

Middle child has had issues with sleeping for quite a long time now. Her sadness doesn’t help matters or the stress she puts upon herself or the constant stomach pains she has been suffering from for a year. An ultrasound showed she has kidney stones but apparently not enough to cause the pain she suffers so another test has been ordered, a Carbon 14 Breath test.

The medication she was prescribed by the doctor should have knocked her out but for some reason it didn’t even make her tired. Nights went by, but sleep eluded her. Each morning she would come downstairs with bags under her eyes, exhausted, cranky, and tearful. Anytime we said anything to her, she would snap, and snap at us. We tiptoed around her for days but still, we were an annoyance. She was exhausted and there was nothing we could do except hope she would sleep.

Finally earlier in the week, it all came to a head. She lost it on us. She screamed, and screamed, threw plastic cups at her brother (they just happened to be near her). Her brother screamed back, her father screamed back, I yelled for all to stop to no avail. I honestly cannot believe the neighbours did not call the police, the yelling was that mean and loud. I finally walked out, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Barefoot, purse in hand, kleenex box in another, crying I walked down our very busy street oblivious to the cars passing by me. I came to rest at the nearest corner, sat down on a ledge, crying and blowing my nose. The teenage boy came after me, and said the yelling had subsided, she had stopped.

I walked back home, it was quiet when I entered. Middle child had gone to her room and phoned my bff (an Aunt to her). She was calmer now. She told her adopted Aunt how she had lost it, she was terrified she was going nuts because she hadn’t slept in days. DH was in the basement, the teenage boy left for a jog (I think). After her phone call, middle child and I talked. I tried to explain to her, that lack of sleep, the constant pain, makes her full of rage. She took her medication and tried to sleep. I went to bed.

The next morning, she still had not slept but she was calm, crying and apologizing for her behaviour. Finally, two days after her explosion she slept for five hours. She was much happier. We saw our family doctor, who prescribed her medication for her stomach (a major cause of her not sleeping) and told her to increase the other meds.

She is sleeping a tad better now, though she is not 100%, this may take a while but at least she knows her stomach pain is not in her head.

Middle child gave me permission to write this.

How do you define morbid?

Sadly last week, my husband unexpectedly lost his mother. She had lived a long and enjoyable life, lasting into her eighties. She spent her retirement years down east, so when we were told of her passing, we along with other family members hoped on a plane. There are seven children, and with spouses that is quite a number to put up. All the bedrooms were assigned, and for my husband and I to be together in one bed, we were given my mother-in-law’s bed, the death bed. It’s sounds very morbid when put like that, but it actually relieved the tension in the room. I thought I would be creeped out by sleeping in the bed she actually died in, but we were exhausted the first night from travelling so the thought didn’t cross our mind, and the second night, well, it became a joke that hubby and I were sleeping in the death bed. Now, there are going to be people out there, who won’t take to me joking about this, but everyone copes with death differently.


For the past few months I have been suffering from extreme exhaustion. I have been to see my family doctor numerous times in order to try to figure out what is wrong with me. Exhaustion is different from being tired, my entire body just feels horrid, my muscles hurt, concentration is affected, and I keep falling asleep, which has forced me to give up driving for the time being.  I already know I have a problem with my b12 levels, so I take daily supplements and receive weekly injections, but this has not helped lately. The doctor and I discussed a few things that could be causing the exhaustion, one of them being a very bad flare-up from my fibromyalgia, in combination with the perimenopause I suffer from. Blood tests have been taken and last week I was sent for a sleep study.

The sleep study was to determine whether or not I suffer from any type of sleep disorders, such as Sleep Apnea, Periodic Limb Movement Disorder, REM Behaviour Disorder or Narcolepsy. I do not think I suffer from any of these sleep disorders but I was willing to try anything in order to get to the bottom of this. For the sleep study to happen, the technician first has to hook me up with lots of wires.  There were wires glued to my head, my face, my chest, my throat, and my legs. My heart rate was monitored, my brain waves, my breathing, and my legs. It took an hour and a half to hook me up and of course, fill out forms, answering loads of questions about my sleep habits. I was finally put to bed at 11:30 p.m. and told to go to sleep, which is not an easy task. I eventually fall asleep to the sounds coming from the next room (another gentleman was in there, making the most hideous yawning noises). Two hours later, I awaken because I have to make a washroom visit. I am unplugged and told to carry a large box which all the wires are connected to.  Washroom visit done, I am put back to bed and plugged in again. An hour or so later, I am woken up by the technician because one of my wires has come loose on my head, more glue is affixed, wire attached, and again I am told to go back to sleep. I really don’t know how I slept at all, but I apparently did and was woken at 5:45 a.m. to be told the study was finished. I am unhooked, sent home, and told my results will be sent to my family doctor.

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