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Sleep (or lack of it) has to be one of the most frustrating problems to solve in my life.<o
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For many years I thought I was a light sleeper.<o
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I thought that this was just me. When did my poor sleep pattern start? I really dont remember. Working in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
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But I wasnt a Mother. I was a live in childrens Nanny who took her responsibilities very seriously. One of those was being there, wide awake, at the slightest sniffle or whimper from the babies/toddlers in my care.<o
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I always slept the sleep of the dead in the 1980s as the side effect of the huge consumption of alcohol with fuelled my nights & early mornings. It also fuelled the enormous hangovers & morning afters. But in those days I was young, carefree & deliriously in love with the idea of being in love, wanting to be one of the herd. <o
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Sheep herding is a common theme for the teens & twenty somethings even today. The idea of being in love is certainly high on the priorities of the young. Being in love is a dominant emotion of those newly married. Thinking back on love is a fond memory of some middle aged couples who have grown apart in the busy-ness of bringing up children. Rekindling love might be a powerful emotion for some Grandparents.<o
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And looking back on love might be a distant memory for those forever single & heading towards old age like me.<o
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But lust is a passion that never dies, whether youre single, married, divorced, widowed or, swap sides & bat for the other team.<o
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Unless, you down size to a new King Single Bed. <o
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Goodness, gracious me, I thought as I sipped my fragrant, morning brew of coffee (down to one deep, rich brewed coffee now, not 3 cups as in my recent working life to get me through the exhausting workday).<o
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I had relationships with a couple of younger men (in my 30s & 40s), amongst others. <o
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I have just downsized to a King Single bed (gave me more $$$ to spend), which arrived yesterday morning. I had been up at the crack of dawn in case the delivery was in the early part of the delivery time frame conveyed to me (the day before), instead of the recent arising time of 8.30am or so, in retirement. I was not only exhausted last night, but actually felt physically sick without my newly acquired hours of restful sleep in recent weeks. I nearly passed out at one stage yesterday. Proof to me, that more restful sleep in recent weeks is partly responsible for my reduced FM symptoms.<o
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Yes, one of my deepest & most frustrating problems in the past was lack of sleep. Clinical studies have shown that if you deprive a healthy person of sleep for 3 days, they will acquire the pain & cognitive disfunction of Fibromyalgia Syndrome (amongst other health problems). Most of the time, sleep comes to me with a 25mg tablet of Amitriptyline (combined with a couple of prescription analgesics when my back/hip pain is excruciating).<o
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So while exhausted last night, I tossed & turned in my new bed during the night. First the new pillow was too high, so I got up & replaced it with my old one (which was actually prepared & sitting on the chair - just in case). I awoke later & threw off the second bed cover as I was too hot. Then I awoke tangled in my long t-shirt nightie, as I couldnt roll over in the more narrow space a king single bed is only about a foot narrower than a double bed in fact. I threw off my nightie in frustration. I finally slept in my natural state unemcumbered by the confines of night clothes.<o
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The new bed was much higher than my old one & surprisingly easy to make up. And this morning, I was able to get out & stand up much more easily (than my previous painful emergence from my old double bed).<o
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But now Im having breakfast and I just realized..<o
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Theres no longer room for a Toy Boy!<o
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Sleep (or lack of it) has to be one of the most frustrating problems to solve in my life.<o
<o
For many years I thought I was a light sleeper.<o
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I thought that this was just me. When did my poor sleep pattern start? I really dont remember. Working in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
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But I wasnt a Mother. I was a live in childrens Nanny who took her responsibilities very seriously. One of those was being there, wide awake, at the slightest sniffle or whimper from the babies/toddlers in my care.<o
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I always slept the sleep of the dead in the 1980s as the side effect of the huge consumption of alcohol with fuelled my nights & early mornings. It also fuelled the enormous hangovers & morning afters. But in those days I was young, carefree & deliriously in love with the idea of being in love, wanting to be one of the herd. <o
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Sheep herding is a common theme for the teens & twenty somethings even today. The idea of being in love is certainly high on the priorities of the young. Being in love is a dominant emotion of those newly married. Thinking back on love is a fond memory of some middle aged couples who have grown apart in the busy-ness of bringing up children. Rekindling love might be a powerful emotion for some Grandparents.<o
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And looking back on love might be a distant memory for those forever single & heading towards old age like me.<o
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But lust is a passion that never dies, whether youre single, married, divorced, widowed or, swap sides & bat for the other team.<o
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Unless, you down size to a new King Single Bed. <o
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Goodness, gracious me, I thought as I sipped my fragrant, morning brew of coffee (down to one deep, rich brewed coffee now, not 3 cups as in my recent working life to get me through the exhausting workday).<o
<o
I had relationships with a couple of younger men (in my 30s & 40s), amongst others. <o
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I have just downsized to a King Single bed (gave me more $$$ to spend), which arrived yesterday morning. I had been up at the crack of dawn in case the delivery was in the early part of the delivery time frame conveyed to me (the day before), instead of the recent arising time of 8.30am or so, in retirement. I was not only exhausted last night, but actually felt physically sick without my newly acquired hours of restful sleep in recent weeks. I nearly passed out at one stage yesterday. Proof to me, that more restful sleep in recent weeks is partly responsible for my reduced FM symptoms.<o
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Yes, one of my deepest & most frustrating problems in the past was lack of sleep. Clinical studies have shown that if you deprive a healthy person of sleep for 3 days, they will acquire the pain & cognitive disfunction of Fibromyalgia Syndrome (amongst other health problems). Most of the time, sleep comes to me with a 25mg tablet of Amitriptyline (combined with a couple of prescription analgesics when my back/hip pain is excruciating).<o
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So while exhausted last night, I tossed & turned in my new bed during the night. First the new pillow was too high, so I got up & replaced it with my old one (which was actually prepared & sitting on the chair - just in case). I awoke later & threw off the second bed cover as I was too hot. Then I awoke tangled in my long t-shirt nightie, as I couldnt roll over in the more narrow space a king single bed is only about a foot narrower than a double bed in fact. I threw off my nightie in frustration. I finally slept in my natural state unemcumbered by the confines of night clothes.<o
<o
The new bed was much higher than my old one & surprisingly easy to make up. And this morning, I was able to get out & stand up much more easily (than my previous painful emergence from my old double bed).<o
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But now Im having breakfast and I just realized..<o
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Theres no longer room for a Toy Boy!<o