We sprung ahead this past Sunday as I am sure you are all
aware. This year I must say that Daylight Savings (DLS)- well she kicked my ass.
You see I spent the weekend in Toronto mixing business and pleasure and my internal clock was
already off kilter from the three hour time change.
Rest assured it was a fabulous weekend. It was my best
friends 29th birthday (again) and we welcomed the day with
festivities abound. I should say that not only is she the ultimate soul sister-
she has two daughters, my nieces, ages 6 and 10 who really are the apples of my
eyes.
We began the weekend in celebration. Tea at the Four Seasons
hotel (truthfully they no longer have high tea at the Toronto Four Seasons-
fret not my sisters- we ordered coffee and cheese plates and definitely made
due), This was followed by a trip down Bloor street and stops at all of my
happy places. My girlfriends know how Good a shopper I can be- safe to say that
this weekend I indeed did play to my strengths.
The evening was capped off by dinner with fabulous friends
and then back home to bed to set my clock forward and begin another day. I had
plans for Sunday my sisters…. I would go for a run and then spend the afternoon
teaching my nieces how to bake an apple pie. Yes, we made the crust from
scratch and yes it was perfection. The day indeed slipped away from me (damn
you DLS!) but it was indeed capped up by a good round of dressup. It turns out
that if you put a 10 year old in a Lanvin dress she feels as good as the 42
year old who bought it. Nothing is more life affirming than two little girls
who think you are a cross between Wonderwoman and Auntie Mame.
But I could not help but feel like I was indeed short
changed from my weekend of bliss.
I’ll state my bias up front…. I love sleep….. I really LOVE
it. I love getting ready for bed, I love the feel of those cool clean sheets at
8:30 at night when the rest of the world is just finishing dinner. Those of you
who read my blog regularly (thanks- I should have the ten or so of you for
dinner sometime) know that I really am a fan of getting my eight hours a night of slumber…
For me- sleep is like the perfect pair of strappy sandals…
it should be cherish and protected. I keep my Manolos in their preassigned
boxes. Why would I piss away an hour or two of sleep? I will multitask like a
maniac. I will milk every hour out of every day doing three different things at
once. But I WILL NOT loose sleep over any of it. Unless I’m on call, I’m
getting eight hours a night. Let’s be clear dear girlfriends… if it is 2 am and
I am awake… someone better be sick.
So you can imagine that springing ahead an hour should put
me off. Losing one precious hour was akin to breaking a heal. It turns out, I
am not alone….
More than 1.5 billion men and women are exposed to the
transitions involved in daylight saving time: turning clocks forward by an hour
in the spring and backward by an hour in the fall. These transitions can
disrupt internal clocks or chronobiological rhythms and influence both the
quality and quantity of sleep. This effect can last up to a week after the
change.
A study out of Sweden examined the influence of these time
changes and transitions on the incidence of myocardial infarction or heart
attacks. The researchers examined a Swedish Registry of heart attacks comparing
the of acute myocardial infarction during each of the first 7 days after the
spring or fall time change. They then compared these numbers to the incidence
of myocardial infarction on the
corresponding weekdays 2 weeks before and 2 weeks after the day of interest.
The incidence of acute myocardial infarction was
significantly increased for the first 3 weekdays after the transition to
daylight saving time in the spring. In contrast, after the transition out of
daylight saving time in the fall, only the first weekday was affected significantly.
The researchers saw an increase in myocardial infarctions of
more than 100 heart attacks on the Monday following the SPRING AHEAD period
versus almost 50 less heart attacks on the Monday following the FALL BEHIND
corresponding Monday.
This was also a significant increase over the previous and
the following Mondays during the two weeks prior and following.
And so came the dawn on my Monday morning. I woke up at 7am
Eastern which was indeed 6 am eastern and then really 3 in the freakin morning
my time. All so I could go for a run and still be back in time to wash my hair.
You see I was indeed filming a spot for those two fabulous boys- Steven and Chris
on CBC- and it was imperative that my crazy ass hair not get in the way of my
medical message.
But as I stood there blowing out my curls I could not help
but feel the fatigue and indeed wonder how many others in the world were eyes
wide shut on this Monday of Mondays?
I blamed the time change, I blamed the Daylight Savings. As
for the Four Seasons, the apple pie and the dressup? It was indeed all the fuel
I needed to face the days ahead.
SPRING AHEAD is a risky business. A few days later and the dust
is just settling….
I am back to bedtime in my own time zone and up walking the
fluffy monsters while its still dark outside. Frett not my girlfriends- like
all good sisters I will do what a woman does best, keep calm, adjust and when
in doubt- I’ll bake an apple pie and play dress-up all over again.
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