I didn’t mind being an insomniac when I was in high school. Wandering around the house in the middle of the night was annoying, but so was everything else. Besides, like most teenagers (and owls and vampires), I slept fine during daylight hours. Now, as I approach menopause, I find myself returning to those restless teenage nights.
After decades of deep sleep, I’m wide awake again and not amused. Friends traveling with me recently threatened to hit me over the head if that’s what it took to put me out. Read More
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