#sol19-June 18, 2019
I was so smug. Sure I had traveled approximately a zillion miles and 13 time zones, but I was a seasoned pro and “jet lag does not really bother me on this kind of trip”. Sure I had missed almost an entire night’s sleep, but I “made up for it” the first night, successfully staying up until 9 PM and then sleeping through until 11 AM-unheard of! Night two was a little harder- harder to fall asleep, but I slept through until 6:30, so I was “fine”.
Then, there was night three…I was tired, so I headed to bed at about 9 and I fell asleep relatively quickly. I slept for 10 minutes and then I didn’t. I tried all my usual tricks- reading a bit more, counting slow breaths, listening to a sleep story (for the first time I heard one all the way through), then gave up and checked my phone, answered messages, read some more, and… nothing. I heard everything- my mom’s TV, then later her podcasts, her neighbors outside, the noises of the neighborhood, and then finally the birds. At 4:30 I sent her a message; “It is 4:30 and I have not slept yet, so if I finally do fall asleep I will probably sleep late.” A little while later I did fall asleep- and woke up just before 11.
So here I sit, on day three-feeling headachy and groggy and knowing that my body does, in fact, feel the jet lag. Ugh! Being the eternal optimist I am telling myself that now I have cracked it and tonight my sleep will be normal (knowing that all day tomorrow I will be on a train to my next destination and I have a heap of work planned for that time, but the gentle rocking motion of the train may end up being a perfect soporific).
Here’s to jet lag, my old nemesis- the hidden hazard of travel. I can’t complain- this trip is my chance to see family and friends and attend some great PD (including ALA coming up later this week- if you see me “resting my eyes”, you will know why.)
A quick slice from a former student.