Posts Tagged ‘Narcolepsy’
REM Runner versus the World Wide Web
HTML coding is not my idea of a good time. Until about a month ago, the words – “Domain,” “Server,” “Hosting” and “FTP” were meaningless to me. I never wanted to know about the cryptic inner-workings of the World Wide Web; I was happy to leave all this to the “computer geeks.” All this changed…
Read MoreAdventures of the Sleepy Yogi Part II: From Hallucinations to Inner Peace
I woke up and slowly climbed out of bed, still wrestling with sleep. A few minutes later, I woke again, much to my own surprise, still lying in bed. Strange, I thought, I remember just getting up. Had I not gotten out of bed a second ago? I couldn’t be sure. No…
Read MoreRacquetball & Cataplexy
My boyfriend, Ben plays racquetball recreationally. I’d never played racquetball before, but as a college squash player and a lifelong tennis player, I thought racquetball would be an easy transition. Stepping onto the florescent white racquetball court the other night, both Ben and I predicted I may just beat him on my first try. Yet…
Read MoreThe Pause-and-Nod
So, it’s the holidays and I travel a lot around the holidays. Recently, I sat next to a woman on a short hour-long flight. We did the little awkward half-smile when she sat down, then I promptly fell asleep before the plane took off. About half way through the flight, I awoke and somehow…
Read MoreMoving Research Forward
As I arrived in Boston this morning, nerves tumbled in my stomach. I walked through a picturesque snow-swept Copley Square, past the finish line of the Boston Marathon. I was in Boston — not to run, but to face another formidable challenge. I was here to participate in a Narcolepsy Stem Cell Research Study. As…
Read MoreAdventures of the Sleepy Yogi Part I: Meeting the Double Pigeon
A fistful of frosted night air punched across my cheek as I crossed the parking lot. A shiver slithered down my spine. Drifts of lost snowflakes danced aimlessly in a street lamp. I’d rather be home, I thought, as I tugged the yoga studio door open against a resistant gust of wind. Entering the Tranquil…
Read MoreMission REM Reach
I can’t touch my toes. No, it’s not the end of the world. Yes, I have more pressing problems. There’s laundry to do. Bills to pay. Holiday cards to send. Phone calls to return. Deadlines to beat. My “to-do” list has gotten so long recently that I’ve separated it into multiple shorter lists to make…
Read MoreI Double Dare You…
While recently visiting downtown Greensboro, NC, a bright purple store-front caught my eye. The store’s large glass windows were bare – a tell-tale sign that the store was closed and the space deserted. Yet, just above the door-frame, written in gold lettering, a simple phrase commanded my full attention. The store-front read, “WE DOUBLE DARE…
Read MoreA Snoozy Halloween
While most jackolanterns are busy making crazy/scary faces, my jackolantern is catching some ZZZs. Wishing you a Happy and Restful Halloween,REM Runner Presenting Mr. Punk N. Snooze, my sleeping pumpkin wearing a nightcap.
Read MoreRiding the Waves of Sleepiness
There were no seats – the Metro was crowded. I grabbed hold of a metal bar for balance. As the train jerked into motion, my legs wobbled in the undertow of the train’s push forward. Weakness set in. My joints began to ache and a wave of nausea washed over me. I shrugged my shoulders and stretched…
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