HI!!! Save yourself if you can.
Humans can go several weeks without eating. The absence of water is also possible for a few days. Without showering, it can last more than a year.
Now try going without sleeping. Your body collapses on the second day. It’s all the fault of melatonin, the hormone linked to the circadian cycle that regulates sleep and metabolism.
The playlist”Goodnight Jazz” is too good to ignore. Giants Miles Davis and John Coltrane, Joshua Redman, Wynton Marsalis, Oscar Peterson, Art Blakey and many others help us count sheep and put us to sleep.
Grab a pillow and press play!
Sleep well to live better
Have a drink to stay awake. I thought sleeping a lot was a waste of time. I thought five or six hours were enough to recharge the batteries and start a new day. I am wrong.
Over the years I’ve realized that seven hours of sleep is ideal for me. I don’t usually take a nap after lunch, although studies show the health benefits of a 15-30 minute mini siesta.
I have always been a night owl since I was little, I would go for a shower just before going to bed. Lately I’ve been making an effort to wake up a few days a week at 5am and go for a run or workout. The supply of endorphins immediately after physical activity, even before breakfast, is evident. My mood improves immediately, I feel calmer and the day goes by peacefully.
Melatonin, the hormone linked to the circadian cycle, is naturally produced by the body to induce sleep and regulate metabolism during the day. Our approximately 24-hour body clock tells the body when it is time to sleep and wake up. It also works as an antioxidant. It gives the body a daily reset and prepares us for the next journey.
The production of melatonin occurs mainly at the end of the day, when light stimuli decrease and metabolism is reduced, resulting in the production of the hormone during the night. That’s why it’s important to stay away from screens before bed to avoid stimulating your brain. Easy said, hard to do!
Those who suffer from insomnia can take melatonin to trick the body into knowing it’s time to sleep. It also works well to relieve the jet lag of frequent globetrotters.
It was the Egyptians who “invented” or determined that there were 24 hours in a day, who else?
In this item From the BBC we learned that:
The Pyramid Texts, written before 2400 BC, are the earliest writings of Ancient Egypt. They include the word “wnwt” (pronounced “wenut”) – and a star hieroglyph associated with it. It can therefore be deduced that wnwt refers to the night.
To understand why the word wnwt is translated as “now,” you need to travel back in time to the city of Assiut in 2000 BC. There, the inside of rectangular wooden coffin lids was sometimes decorated with an astronomical tablet.
Nut is the goddess of the night.
46 hours without sleep
Summer holidays and the whole Lagoa Santa group went to Porto Seguro by bus. Fathers, mothers, children, grandchildren and relatives. They closed half the hotel on the beach to accommodate the crowds.
At the same time I was in the north of the Vale do Jequitinhonha, in Joaíma. I called my cousin and faithful squire to go to Eunápolis, in Bahia, where my uncle and father of the illustrious cousin lived. One Saturday we went down to the coast into the arms of the crowd.
We sat there in those beach huts, drinking, talking, enjoying the coconut palms bending in the strong winds, the waves crashing on the beach, and that infectious atmosphere of camaraderie.
In the evening we went into town to have dinner and then went to the ever-present Passarela do Álcool to have a drink and then get sick. One or the other couldn’t resist and returned to the hotel. My cousin and I courageously followed along with other selfless people.
We changed the evening to a nightclub with several of the group. Eventually, some began to give up, slow their pace and signal the end of the journey. We took a taxi and went back to their hotel. You couldn’t lie down on anyone’s balcony, it was all occupied, it was all sold out. There wasn’t even a duvet to throw on the floor to accommodate our warped frame.
(I don’t think there is a duvet in Bahia. Baiano couldn’t say that word.)
The solution was to cross the avenue to the tent in front and try to find a corner to pull over. It was six in the morning, the sun was already high and hot, the seagulls were flying, the coconut palms were showing their shiny fruits and the sound of the sea surrounded everything.
Two wooden loungers offered to accommodate us. We lay there, but unable to sleep deeply. We counted shells, chased crabs, wrote in the wet sand, threw sticks for strays to catch, walked back and forth like Scrooge McDuck worried when he lost money.
The minutes didn’t pass. The group slept soundly, lulled by the air conditioning and the high ethyl content in their blood. Around 10am on Sunday the first soul for coffee appeared. He was our lifeline, a messiah in the room. Any conversation would keep us fired up and alive.
The day followed its normal course: pool + beach + lunch + city tour + beach + dinner + warm-up and off to another night out.
We had already been without sleep for 36 hours. Bulging eyes, unkempt beard, jaguar breathing, unoccupied face, slow movements.
After a few beers during and after dinner, we decided where to end our lives. It was another joke like that, the two of us were just dust, like zombie puppets controlled by someone up there, holding us up on imaginary strings.
The end of the night repeated itself with the group returning to the comfort of hotel rooms and us relegated to the cobbled streets of Discovery’s capital.
We went straight to the bus station and luckily we immediately got on a bus going to Eunápolis. It was 10am on Monday when we returned home and collapsed into our beds in the African heat. The fan only served to spread the boiling Saharan air even further. Even lying on the floor didn’t cool us down.
After 46 hours of power on, I tried to get some sleep, to no avail. I gathered my things and told them that I wouldn’t stay in that hell even a minute longer. I ran to the bus station, took another bus towards Joaíma and returned to Princesinha do Vale, a place with a mild climate and welcoming people.
The destination of the vehicle, in fact, was Jequitinhonha. I got out and without being able to make contact with the base so that someone could come and pick me up, I walked to the crossroads on the side of the road. A milk truck was passing by and I asked if it was going to Joaíma. After the positive response, I threw the backpack into the bed of the truck and sat on a wooden slat that served as a bench, since there was no space in the bed. I walked the 27 km to the city, enjoying the beauty of nature to the sound of the metallic clink of liters of milk.
In the main square of the city the truck stopped and I jumped onto the sidewalk. I went to my other uncle’s house right across the street, took a shower, and collapsed on the bed.
Alcoholic catwalk, never again!
Worth seeing and reading
MOVIE: 24 Hour Party People – Michael Winterbottom (2002). The madness of Manchester in the punk era
The birth of rave culture in Manchester in the 70s and the history of Factory Records, the legendary record label that influenced a generation of musicians.
It begins with the punk rock era of the late 1970s and continues through the 1980s to the raves, DJs and Crazy Manchester “Madchester” scene of the late 1980s and early 1990s .
Tony Wilson (Steve Coogan) is the main character, reporter for Granada Television and head of Factory Records. The film follows his career and that of the main Factory artists: Joy Division and New Order, A certain ratio, The Durutti Column and Happy Mondays.
Shot with digital cameras, the comedy feels more like a documentary focusing on three major events: the rise of Joy Division, the madness of Happy Mondays and the euphoria and decline of the legendary club Haçienda, which ended up closing after suffering repeated losses like few people I consumed alcoholic beverages because everyone was crazy about ecstasy.
The film’s title comes from a song on the Happy Mondays’ debut album. In Brazil it was released with the title “A Festa Nunca Termina”.
BOOK: The Oracle of the Night – Sidarta Ribeiro (2019). The history and science of dreams.
What is a dream, after all? What is needed? How to extract meaning from its many symbols, details and meanings? Can Freud really explain it?
These and many other questions are answered by the famous neuroscientist Sidarta Ribeiro on one of humanity’s greatest enigmas: dreams.
From Egypt and ancient Greece to the present day, with the help of molecular biology, neurophysics and medicine, the author tells stories of the human mind and makes an anthropological, psychoanalytic and literary analysis using dreams as the protagonist .
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Source: Terra
Ben Stock is a lifestyle journalist and author at Gossipify. He writes about topics such as health, wellness, travel, food and home decor. He provides practical advice and inspiration to improve well-being, keeps readers up to date with latest lifestyle news and trends, known for his engaging writing style, in-depth analysis and unique perspectives.
