I woke from a stupor, an almost six hours of sleep in the
daytime. I find it very strange. I woke this morning at about 6:15. I watched the news for a little while, felt
sleepy, and went back in the bed at about 7:30 forcing myself out at 8
to get ready for an 8:30 yoga class. I
blamed it on the impending weather – rainstorm (which never came, unless it did
while I was sleeping). Sleeping for six
hours during the day is quite unusual, three hours maybe, but not six.
What can I attribute it to?
Weather? Had that reaction
earlier that morning – I can understand tiredness, low feeling, a nap, but not
six hours. Food? I ate leftovers of my own home-cooked meal,
eaten the day before with no reaction.
Physical tiredness? Haven’t done
anything physical except for the yoga class – that can’t be it. Missed sleep?
Slept well the night before.
It has been a draining three and a half months since my brush
with COVID-19, followed by the tragedy of George Floyd. COVID-19 has not fully left me. I still at times experience loss of taste, no
appetite for food, lethargy, chills and breathing issues. Sometimes, I feel it in my eyes. Others have noticed my eyes, too. COVID is like Shingles in that sense, where
it takes forever to leave you. After
having Shingles in 2013, I continued to feel pain in my shoulder blade ever so
often and for quite a few years. It is
my hope that COVID-19 goes away and soon.
But what about the strain and drain of racism. It takes a toll on the mind and body. I am educating myself more through books. Just before going to bed, I had been reading Ibram
X. Kendi’s “How to Become An Antiracist.”
I have also been reading slave narratives. These are difficult and I cry for my
ancestors. I am learning about the
sodomization of slaves in front of wives, children and anyone and everyone, and
in particular in Jamaica and the reason behind Jamaica being number one against
homosexuality. I am also reading about
modern day slavery in the South.
Did I sleep six hours to sleep away the pain?
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