Boy, am I cranky. Oh, didn’t you sleep well? No, as a matter of fact, I didn’t sleep at all.
The great physician, Sir William Osler, once said, “The man who is well wears a crown that only the sick can see.” I have always been struck by that quote, because it just goes to show that whatever you don’t have, you can find somebody who has it and envy the heck out of him or her, because you have just identified the luckiest person in the world.
The man who sleeps in bed next to me looks like freaking royalty. Every night, my husband rolls onto his right side and instantly it’s lights out for a good five hours, at which point — usually between 4 and 5 in the morning — he rolls over onto his left side and sleeps equally well. I know this, because I have lost the ability to sleep. I used to be one of the great sleepers. Anytime was potentially nap time for me. I could drop right off and be out like a light for hours — and still get a good night’s sleep that night. I pitied the people in the Lunesta commercials. Even now, I know people who can’t sleep without medication, and I have vowed I will never be one of them. I don’t want to be addicted to anything.