Insomniac

[Phil 5,129]

 

Insomniac 

 

It was a dark night. The wind was howling, painfully, madly. The trees were being thrashed about wildly, as if with some invisible dance partner. Rain poured down in buckets. It was a dark night.

 

Shankly lay in his bed, wide awake, his arms folded across his stomach. He could not sleep… again. It was getting worse. It happened for the first time two weeks ago. His eyes snapped open at 6am - exactly one hour before his alarm was set for. Toss and turn as he liked, he was unable to settle back into slumber. He thought nothing of it. Until it happened the next night.

 

At first, he figured it was because he was on the road. Being 6 hours behind time in Switzerland is enough for anyone’s sleep cycle to be messed with. However, after the series with Davos, he found himself with the same problem back in New York.

 

After 4 nights of this, he supposed he could made the best of the situation and get up to do to his morning cardio. He figured that his body was telling him he got enough sleep. So the night before, he set his alarm to 6 rather than 7. Well low and behold, his eyes snapped open at 5am this time.

 

On the second night of that happening, he decided to get up at 5am and go for a sunrise walk - instead of his stationary bike - as his morning cardio. He took in the sounds of the early-birds’ wake-up calls and the pink-orange sheet spreading across the eastern part of the sky. He was fully awake but his eyes felt heavy. That evening during his game against quebec, he played terribly and only recorded 1 hit - well below his average. He felt fatigue set in early.

 

After 3 more nights, his eyes snapped open at 3am. 6 nights later, it was 2am when he awoke. He was beyond exhausted and lay in his bed sobbing in frustration.

 

He had seen a doctor about it. The doctor had prescribed him medication, however, Shankly was unable to take them because they had substances that were banned by the VHL. He had put in an appeal to the VHL Front Office and was awaiting their response.

 

His game performance was dropping drastically, he felt like a walking zombie, he couldn’t think straight, his eyes felt heavy as lead but his head as light as a feather. He was too tired to be upset or defend himself when his coach and the GM yelled at him for his sloppy plays. They threatened to bench him, even waive him. Shankly meekly tried to explain, but the coach wasn’t having any of it. Shankly was almost at a breaking point. He needed more than one and a half hours of sleep. He need more than 6 hours of sleep. He needed sleep.

 

He had tried Nyquil, Tylenol and Advil Nights even though he did not have a fever or headache. He just longed to feel drowsy and settle into a deep slumber. He tried drinking heavily, and although he would pass out, he’d still awake in the dead hours of the night. This cannot go on.

 

If this continues we’ll have to see an early retirement from Phil Shankly.

[Will 4,662]

25 minutes ago, Phil said:

He had tried Nyquil, Tylenol and Advil Nights even though he did not have a fever or headache. He just longed to feel drowsy and settle into a deep slumber. He tried drinking heavily, and although he would pass out, he’d still awake in the dead hours of the night. This cannot go on.