So many things worsen with age. The body is not meant to last forever. I’m plagued by a sleep disorder called restless leg syndrome. As those who are inflicted with this disorder, it worsens with age.
It’s a common ailment, and 20 percent of the population suffers. It isn’t life threatening, and it isn’t painful. It is inconvenient. Sunday night I could not sleep. Monday I struggled to keep my eyes open. I went to bed early last night. Now I’m up early but my body clock is telling me to go to bed. If I go to bed my body will tell me I should get up because I’m not tired.
My lack of consistent sleep affects my ability to think. I like to think. I like to think clearly. I’m not thinking clearly.