I work nights.
I love working nights.
My body does not.
Even after several weeks on this new schedule, my body is still putting up a fight with me. Am I hungry? Tired? Feeling healthy? I couldn’t tell you correctly because while my stomache might be grumbling, but everything I see is bland and unappealing. Sometimes when I go for my scheduled nap before work, my body will feign a high and suddenly I will feel like I won’t need one. Trust me, I will need it.
Recently people have asked if I had lost weight, in a flattering/impressed way, and when I said no, they note that I seem thinner. What?
But the highlight of it all was the other day when I slept for ten hours straight.
Body.. why you do this?
My family just put it to, if your body needs it then it needs the sleep. I, on the other hand, feel very panicked when I wake up after 3. For some reason my body has this unorganized thought of, “OH MY GOSH DID WE JUST DIE?!”
No joke, and to the less extreme I will feel very uncomfortable and disorganized for the rest of the day. Not saying it wasn’t a good sleep. I just don’t like being alive like that.