Desynchronosis

is the fancy name for jetlag. It's my least favourite thing about coming here to the US. We're 15 hours behind Sydney. 

 I got to sleep quite readily at 10pm on my first night here. Then I woke up, fully awake, at 11pm. Got back to sleep, woke up at 12, and then in 1.5 to 2 hour blocks all through the night. By 6am I'd love to roll over for another ninety minutes of restless sleep, but I always make myself get up and go for a walk outside to get so UV rays, especially to the eyes, to start to recalibrate the body to daytime. 

 But having successfully done this, the next night was the same. and the night after. And whether I go to bed at 9 or 11, whether I take an afternoon nap or not, I keep on having disrupted sleep. I take a melatonin or an Ambien on the second wake up, alternating so that I don't get reliant on either one. 

 How do parents  with babies do this for months at a time?

Today is day 15 in the US. It can take one day per hour of time shift, so perhaps, tonight's the night I'll sleep through.

Comments

  1. Unknown11 June 2018 at 22:00

    I do hope that day 15 is the last day of your desynchronsis, and you have fully adjusted on day 16. Those sleepless nights with babies are unfortunately remote preparation for older age insomnia.

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    1. Fr Jim McKeon14 June 2018 at 04:21

      Well, at least I have that to look forward to....

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  2. Unknown13 June 2018 at 22:15

    I hope St Ignatius can help me to correct my spiritual jet lag :)

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