NarcolepsyA Poem by ggravendustI have narcolepsy. Here's what it's like.How does it feel to have narcolepsy? I was asked this today. To be
honest, I didn’t know how to answer. How does it feel to be awake, alert? Normal?
I answered with sarcasm, to avoid the question, I guess. It’s tiring. It’s
true, as I write this I’m very sleepy, but I suppose there’s not a time when I’m
not. But tiring doesn’t even begin to describe it. Narcolepsy is a sleep disorder,
caused by a lack of chemicals in your brain that keep your sleep cycles and
alertness in check. It’s described as “sudden and irresistible urges to sleep”.
But the chemicals and the sleep cycles and the definitions, they don’t matter
to me. They’re just words and formulas. Here’s what narcolepsy is. It’s an alarm clock, but instead of
waking you up, it puts you to sleep, but you can’t see the numbers on the
screen. It’s your friends making fun of your not eating at lunch, when your
high dose of stimulant can barely keep you awake, but can suppress your
appetite for days on end. It’s not going to movies with your friends because you
might fall asleep if the movie is too boring, and you don’t want to put them in
that situation. It’s nine sleep studies and ten
doctors and four false diagnosis, plenty of gym teachers that just shake their
heads and say “Excuses, excuses”. It’s a
doctor telling you for twelve years of your life to “just ignore it, it’s
fatigue, exercise more”. It’s explaining to your history
teacher the disorder when you fall asleep in his class twice. It’s not doing
homework because you’re seeing double and the screen looks fuzzy. It’s lectures
from the Spanish teacher over participation, it’s not being able to tell him
his class bores you to unconsciousness. It’s money spent and money wasted
on pills and experiments and tests and scans, it’s the loudest music you can possibly
play to keep your eyes from getting heavy. It’s anxiety in public- what if I
fall asleep and something happens? It’s not driving because you’re scared of
how very comfortable that chair is. It’s sleeping until three and getting
yelled at, it’s staying up until three and getting yelled at- It’s tiring. I’m tired. © 2013 ggravendustAuthor's Note
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Added on December 5, 2013 Last Updated on December 5, 2013 AuthorggravendustSt. Louis, MOAboutAs a brand new writer, I'm not the best, but I have fun doing it. I write pretty much all fiction. I love story planning, character development, and world building, but I've got tons of ideas and uni.. more..Writing
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