Tales of a Narcoleptic

SUNDAY'S POST:

The other day Tia Susana was watching a documentary about Narcolepsy on the discovery channel, and I happened to catch a bit of it. It was such an interesting episode... the cameras followed narcoleptics around and captured how they try to live a daily life as normal as possible with their disease. One of the subjects of the documentary was a 15 year-old girl that was a tap and ballet dancer... and the rigorous workouts she would get from her dance practices would aggravate her narcolepsy so much she would straight up pass out wherever she was for a minute or two every five minutes or so until she was rested enough to withstand getting up and walking... but at any given point she would just collapse into a deep sleep... it was so shocking. The whole time I was watching this, I was just so curious as to know what it feels like to feel like that... being controlled by your body's need to sleep at an unnatural rate or on an abnormal cycle.

Well, today I found out. I was so tired (I stayed up too late last night and had to get up too early this morning), I kept falling asleep at the most inconvenient times. In the taxi, the guy that collects the money had to wake me up so I would pay him (I asked the aunt for a donation to help me get to class!). I nodded off while sitting outside the classroom waiting for the people that were using it previously to clear out. I dozed in and out of consciousness while waiting for choir rehearsal to start. I fell asleep in the bus on the way back home (this one was some deep sleep, I almost missed my stop), I kept falling asleep while Eddy was trying to tell me stories of his day's adventures... I was like wow. This really doesn't feel so great. I feel sorry for the narcoleptics. I just could NOT stay awake!

I finally just took a shower and got into bed... and surrendered to the powerful force that had been oppressing me all day.

Ah Sleep, you are indeed a friend disguised as an enemy. Or is it vice-versa?