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Breathe Deep

November 13, 2008

So I have been having a hard time sleeping lately. There have been a number of contributing factors including, the change in weather, my neighborhood and simple stress.

I assume that the cooler weather – and my subsequent less-frequent use of my air conditioner – means that I don’t have as much white noise in my bedroom at night. Which also means that I can hear what’s going on outside my window – like the train, my neighbors and the street cleaner that goes by every night. I’m also in training for my new position here at the Journal and it basically has me ramped up to a higher level.

But, after a few weeks the lack of sleep has become almost more than I can bear. So, the last time went to my chiropractor I asked him if he had any ideas about why I was having problems or how I could fix it. I told him my theories and he told me one of his own.

“Is there a certain time of the night that you find yourself waking up frequently?” he asked.

“Hummm, we it’s usually several times a night but I’m almost always awake at 4 a.m.” I said. “And I mean really awake, like I have a hard time getting back to sleep.”

“That sounds like it might be something more specific than the change of weather or simple disturbances in the night,” he said.

“Like what?” I said as I lay face-down on his adjustment table.

“Well, let’s see,” he said. Then I heard some kind of rustling that I can only assume was him paging through a book. “Four a.m. would be the lungs.”

“There’s something wrong with my lungs? Like what?” I asked.

“All of the organs go through a period of the day when they are hyperactive and hypersensitive and that’s the time of the day for the lungs,” he said. (At least I think that’s what he said. I didn’t completely understand it so I didn’t completely remember it either.)

“But it might be emotional too,” he continued. “The emotional correlation for the lungs is…” more rustling. “Severe distress…intense sadness…a deep fear…coping with a loss, or…wishing for something.”

All I could say was, “Oh.” I didn’t really react because his words didn’t really permeate the outer edges of my understanding until I got to my car. Which means I didn’t even find out what could be done about the emotional condition of my lungs.

I guess my breathe is too sad for me and that is what keeps waking me up at night. And it does too. Even if I take sleeping pills I still wake up at about 4 a.m. – just like I did last night.

Maybe my lungs just need a hug.

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