So I tried sleeping pills last night, which is something I rarely do. Now I remember why.
I got knocked out okay — it took a while — but I got up to pee in the middle of the night, around 1-1:30, which is when Busy Brain usually kicks in. And of course it did, but now with an overlay of drugs trying to force me back to sleep.
The net effect was like a squirrel in battle with a very soft hammer — my brain, trying to fabricate stresses and reasons to stay awake and fret, versus chemicals trying to push my body back to sleep.
I went back to sleep, but it was weird and fitful. Getting up, I feel logey. If I were any more spacey, my wife would have to replace me with Christopher Plummer. That’s a joke that’ll age well.
Some exercise has helped, but I still feel off . And sleeping pills are obviously a Band-Aid, not an actual solution to the reasons I have insomnia in the first place. Clearly more work to be done there.