I must be better - my sleep is awful again

 For the last couple of weeks, I have been laid low. I reckon it was the virus, but, no, I did not go to the doctor. Frankly, I was incapable of moving much and any bit of physical exertion knocked me sideways.

From Wednesday 30 December to the following Sunday, all I could do was lie in bed. At one point, I remembered that I had bought a laptop for one of my evening classes early on in the year, so I opened it up for the first time since then and found that I could watch re-runs of Midsomer Murders and Poirot on ITV3 from the comfort of my bed. Reading books was out of the question; I just trawled the headlines on a couple of newspaper websites. 

After the bed, I then took to the sofa for another four or five days. As I got slightly better every day, I then graduated to being able to sit at a table and do some cross-stitching, while bingeing on audiobooks. Last Sunday (10 January) was the breakthrough, the day on which I felt almost back to normal.

And what do you know? On Sunday night, I barely slept, waking every couple of hours and finally waking up at 5 a.m. after 5 hours and 7 minutes of sleep in total (according to my Fitbit).

Until then, while I was feeling like death warmed up, I had experienced two weeks of pretty good sleep. In the week of 28 December, I averaged 6 hours and 58 minutes of sleep. Last week, the week of 4 January, my average time asleep every night was 7 hours and 45 minutes. This week? The week I feel better again? Five hours and 52 minutes. 

A C-list 'celebrity' (Peter Andre, just in case you're interested) reported on the Daily Mail website that coronavirus made him want to sleep all the time. I can vouch for that. I'm not sure whether I'm pleased to have nearly all my energy back again, or sad that I am barely sleeping again. When I was ill, I went to bed and the next time I looked at my watch, it was 6, 7 or 8 a.m. and I was able to turn over and fall asleep again. Now? Now, I wake up every hour or so and can no longer doze on until 7 or 8 o'clock. It's very frustrating.