I sleep as little as possible, but the annoying fact is that all carbon-based life on earth must sleep. The mental, emotional and physical well-being of human life is contingent upon roughly one-third of our life spent sleeping. We must get a good sleep.
Which is why for about 30 years I have taken a prescription sleeping pill, temazepam, every night.
Now my (second) ex-wife is undergoing chemotherapy preparatory to cancer surgery. I keep close tabs on her. Yesterday she texted me on her (un) well-being. Didn't sleep at all Sunday into Monday night. Chemo rash. Itchy, painful. The awful side effects of chemotherapy have just about driven her mad. I went over to see her yesterday evening and we talked. Lidocaine gives her relief from the rash for about three hours. Not enough to get the sleep that she needs. I hesitatingly offered to go back to place and get one temazepam pill for her. She hesitatingly agreed.
I awaited the results with great anticipation today. At 11:20 am she texted me:
"Slept the entire night. First time In weeks (or maybe in my whole life????) 🙄"
My measured reaction:
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOO HOO!!! i did one right thing!"