Sometimes I can’t tell if the things I have to do and the thoughts I think are making me feel bleak or if I simply don’t have the energy to do the things I do or think the thoughts I think. Today I am inclined to think the latter. I managed, by some stroke of luck, to get almost 7.5 hours sleep last night, and I have to say for the first part of the day I felt, in any case, more perky. Perky! Makes me sound like a cheer leader.
Made me think of an article in the LA Times a few days back. Some health organization is thinking of declaring the night shift “carcinogenic.” I am used to thinking of toxic materials as carcinogenic and possibly milk, what with the hormones in it. But the night shift? Turns out however that people who work the night shift are more at risk for obesity, cancer, reproductive health problems, mental illness, and gastrointestinal disorders.
Those pesky Circadian Rhythms again. Cells all over the body function as clocks–; and guess what? They are set to respond to light and darkness, because, guess what?—life on earth, and that includes human life, evolved to respond to light and dark, because and guess what—it’s light and heat that makes things grow. Another thing we can blame Darwin for I guess.
But to me it just seems common sense. Something that seems in short supply today. One doctor announces, “It’s a myth that we alone, among all the animals, have the power to sleep when we want.” Frankly, I have never heard of this “myth” and am glad I have not. If there are people who have heard this “myth” and believed it, they are idiots, lacking all common sense. But doctors like to go around correcting myths they make up because it makes them sound scientific. But maybe such people exist because another doctor sees fit to say, “People think of sleep as a waste of time…. But it’s essential.”
Who the hell thinks of sleep as a waste of time? For God’s sake? I can only believe such people have never done an honest day of physical labor their entire lives. Admittedly, it has been a while. But I have done on occasion day after day of unpleasant physical labor, and I can tell you what. Sleep is not a waste of time.
This superstructure—this so-called society or civilization—has taken us further and further away from our nature as animals. Maybe the whole thing—the whole superstructure—has been built up to keep us from remembering that we are animals, flesh and blood that dies because it lives. And we forget that—tell you what—at our own risk because that animal being, in what Freud might call a return of the repressed, is going to rear up and bite you in the ass.
I believe—perhaps Cousin Beth will join me—we should start a campaign to outlaw daylight savings time. This is a nationally mandated screw up of our circadian rhythms. Some states didn’t get with the National Plan until after WWII. Maybe we could start at the state level and work from there.
Day Light Savings Time is Carcinogenic!
While a few April showers may lie ahead, this is about as green as it’s going to get out on the bluffs.