After an entire month's accumulated sleep debt hit me in one go, I spent two days flat out in bed, barely able to sit up without overwhelming dizziness/wooziness.
Then my CPAP (the machine that helps me breathe at night so I don't wake myself up every time I get into an actual deep, restful sleep stage) broke. (It started making loud wheezing and buzzing noises, and the air it was shoving up my nose and down my throat smelled of burnt plastic.) So I had to (try to) sleep without it.
The following day (yesterday) I spent the entire day traveling home. Short trip to the airport, short flight... then a long walk across JFK, followed by a train ride, a long hot walk across the station with way more trips up and down crowded elevators than should have been at all necessary if they'd put any thought into how they made Jamaica Station, then another train ride, then a walk all around Penn Station because we missed the train home and it was a holiday schedule so the next train wasn't going to be for nearly an hour but there was another train that hadn't been listed on the schedule that was on the right line but when we got on the train they told us it was skipping our stop (which, given that ours is one of the express stops, has never happened before) so more walking and waiting, and then the train ride home and then the drive to dinner and then the drive home...
At which point I went upstairs, set up my old CPAP (which, thankfully, I never got around to donating), collapsed into bed, and slept for 11 hours.
I am now very tired. But somehow still vaguely functional.
Then my CPAP (the machine that helps me breathe at night so I don't wake myself up every time I get into an actual deep, restful sleep stage) broke. (It started making loud wheezing and buzzing noises, and the air it was shoving up my nose and down my throat smelled of burnt plastic.) So I had to (try to) sleep without it.
The following day (yesterday) I spent the entire day traveling home. Short trip to the airport, short flight... then a long walk across JFK, followed by a train ride, a long hot walk across the station with way more trips up and down crowded elevators than should have been at all necessary if they'd put any thought into how they made Jamaica Station, then another train ride, then a walk all around Penn Station because we missed the train home and it was a holiday schedule so the next train wasn't going to be for nearly an hour but there was another train that hadn't been listed on the schedule that was on the right line but when we got on the train they told us it was skipping our stop (which, given that ours is one of the express stops, has never happened before) so more walking and waiting, and then the train ride home and then the drive to dinner and then the drive home...
At which point I went upstairs, set up my old CPAP (which, thankfully, I never got around to donating), collapsed into bed, and slept for 11 hours.
I am now very tired. But somehow still vaguely functional.