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Did you know?—Actinic keratoses, skin cancer, and photodynamic light

Did you know?

I have been fighting actinic keratoses and skin cancer on my face and scalp for several years now. Nothing serious, just ugly and itchy.

Last month my new dermatologist recommended a procedure called PDT (Photodynamic Light). Wow. What a procedure. I can highly recommend it, though.

More interestingly for me is that I got 16 opioid pills to alleviate pain. I can’t say that they specifically alleviated any pain but they did let me sleep up to six hours.

I have been a “polyphasic sleeper” all my life, so sleeping up to six hours was quite interesting, especially since I had dreams for the first time in my life. I always died in the dreams, which is when I woke up.

Now that I’m out of opioids, I’m back to sleeping “normally” for me, up to 2½ hours at a time. No dreams.

All of that makes me wonder just what effects opioids have on all those people who are addicted to them.

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Music on Mondays (12-12-16)—This thing called sleep

The Music Chronicles of Russel Ray

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Until a couple of years ago I called myself a catnapper. I have been one since at least 1966 that I can remember. I used to wake up after a couple of hours of sleep and then toss and turn for a couple of hours trying to get back to sleep. Finally I realized that instead of tossing and turning, which pretty much accomplishes nothing, I could do something constructive, like read a book, or learn a new word out of my dictionary, or read an entry in the Encyclopedia Britannica. I couldn’t practice the piano, the violin, or sing, though. Not at 3:00 in the morning.

Then I went off to college at Texas A&M University. I used to schedule all my classes in the morning, 8-12, come home and take a nap, do homework, and then party. My roommates thought I was crazy for scheduling morning classes but then when 7:00 p.m. rolled around and I went out to party, leaving them to do their homework, they were just a wee bit jealous. Not jealous enough to start scheduling morning classes, though. Their sleep was too important to them.

A couple of years ago I was doing some research and discovered that there now is a medical term for people like me. Instead of being called catnappers, the medical profession calls us polyphasic sleepers. I get about 8 hours of sleep a day, but it comes in phases instead of all at once. And because I rarely enter REM sleep, I rarely dream. Maybe once every five years I have a dream, or maybe those are daydreams. Hmmmmm.

During the years right after college, I discovered that with just a 30-minute catnap, I could work for 4 hours. So when one of my early employers needed after hours help, I was only too happy to volunteer, especially since after hours also meant extra pay.

Over the years, I have used my polyphasic sleep (dis)order to make myself available 24/7 to my clients. People thought I was crazy until I explained to them that I don’t work 24/7, I only make myself available 24/7. So if I go to bed and the phone rings, I answer it, self problems, work for another 3 to 4 hours, and take another catnap. It created a unique selling point to set me apart from my competition.

One of my businesses in the late ’80s and early ’90s was a computer store. Since the personal computer industry was still quite new, I advertised “CONSULTANTS AVAILABLE 24/7 AT NO EXTRA CHARGE.” My business boomed.

When I got into real estate full time, I advertised, “REAL ESTATE DOESN’T SLEEP! NEITHER DO WE! AVAILABLE 24/7.” Business boomed.

With that said, here are four of my favorite songs about this thing called sleep:

Tossin’ and Turnin’ by Bobby Lewis

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Dream On by Aerosmith

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Dream Weaver by Gary Wright

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(Last Night) I Didn’t Get To Sleep At All by The Fifth Dimension

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