I cannot sleep. My body yearns for nothing but to stay still and drift off with you by my side. Unfortunately, it is only at night that my mind comes alive like a factory, fueled by my hatred for myself. You, my love, are the only one that has ever managed to quiet my hatred. My memories and thoughts clash, forever generating an endless abyss of sullen concepts. And yes, I know they are only concepts, my heart keeps telling me that they are facts. Out of all the thoughts, you are the only bright one. Every once in a while, my brain will overload with melancholy opinions to which I will shudder and forget where I am as if I just resurfaced from a seemingly endless coma only moments ago. The more I shudder, the less distance there was between us. I could …show more content…
Like I have 10-pound weights strapped around my shoulders. Every muscle pulsates and throbs with total agony. You nestle up against my neck, letting me know that I am out of harm's way. I have kept secrets for far too long. I have even kept secrets from you, my dearest. If I told you these thoughts, would you withstand it? You are nothing but lovely to me now, but when the time comes, will you misinterpret my depression as blind resentment? My brain, slowly collapsing into itself as a virus does its work, rendering it useless. There is one last little shard of my brain that is hope and love. You intensify this shard, causing it to reassemble itself to no avail. The virus is still spreading, making my brain desolate, dark and still. Everything is a complete mess. All these beliefs, concepts, and clashing memories though beaten and bloodied still struggle. By midnight, the virus has overcome the last fragment of confidence that remains in my brain. Every moment adds further torment to the already overwhelming experience. Whenever I am at the peak of torture and I can't carry on, my brain pushes me further into searing
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!"
Imagine walking into a tiny village in Africa, suffering and dying from some unknown virus. As you approach the huts you hear the wails of pure agony from the afflicted tribe members. Coming closer, you smell the stench of vomit mixed with the bitter smell of warm blood. People inside lay dying in pools of their own vital fluids, coughing and vomiting up their own liquefied internal organs; their faces emotionless masks loosely hanging from their skulls, the connective tissue and collagen in their bodies turned to mush. Their skin bubbled up into a sea of tiny white blisters and spontaneous rips occurring at the slightest touch, pouring blood that refuses to coagulate. Hemmorging and massive clotting underneath the skin causing black and blue bruises all over the body. Their mouths bleeding around their teeth from hemorrhaging saliva glands and the sloughing off of their own tongues, throat lining, and wind pipe, crying tears of pure blood from hemorrhaging tear ducts and the disintegration of the eyeball lining and bleeding from every opening on the body. You see the blood spattered room and pools of black vomit, expelled during the epileptic convulsions that accompany the last stages of death. Their hearts have bled into themselves, heart muscles softened and hemorrhaging , the brain clogged with dead blood cells (sludging of the brain), the liver bulging and yellow with deep cracks and the spleen a single hard blood clot. Babies with bloody noses born with red eyes lay dead from spontaneous abortions of affected mothers. It is the human slate-wiper, the invisible ultimate death, the filovirus named Ebola.
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!"
As quickly as it came, the pandemic had ebbed away and disappeared from the population. People had regained their strength and were healthy again; the death tolls had declined and cases were manageable. Businesses started up again and work was plentiful, while schools opened up once more though not all of its students returned. Nonetheless, the morbid memories still linger within the survivors that had suffered losses that live long after the virus had disappeared.
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!"
There are many causes, treatments, symptoms and ways to diagnose insomnia. With that in mind there are also different kinds of insomnia. There are three main types of insomnia each type has their own symptoms and behaviors that go along with it.
Several studies found that alcohol abuse and suicidal ideation was usually accompanied by trauma related insomnia and nightmares. In a longitudinal study, Pigeon, Campbell, Possemato, & Ouimette (2013), examined the prevalence of insomnia and nightmares after six months in eighty combat veterans who met the criteria for sub threshold PTDS. Interviews and self-reports were conducted to measure the severity of insomnia and/or nightmares associated with PTSD (Pigeon et al., 2013). Results indicated that a high PTSD symptom severity level was associated with insomnia; more frequent nightmares; greater alcohol use; and symptoms of depression in the past six months (Pigeon et al., 2013). After six months, veterans were reassessed for whether the insomnia and nightmares frequencies had improved (Pigeon et al., 2013). Out of the entire group of veterans “74% presented with insomnia and 61% endorsed distressing nightmares” (Pigeon et al., 2013, p.549). By the end of the six months, veterans reported a 26% decline in nightmares and a no change in insomnia (Pigeon et al., 2013). The findings demonstrated “a strong association between the presence of sleep disturbance (both insomnia and nightmares) and the severity of both PTSD and depressive symptoms; that the persistence of these symptoms is particularly associated with insomnia; and that insomnia itself does not spontaneously resolve” (Pigeon et al., 2013, p.549). This research established the need for MHNs to implement interventions that will help individuals to cope with the trauma related distress that could contribute drug abuse; suicidal ideation; and insomnia and nightmares. Early interventions for PTSD are necessary to control, reduce or prevent symptoms and the risks they ma...
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!"
Virologist and cancer biologist Patrick Lee was the first person to use a virus (reovirus) as a potential treatment for cancer. After watching the movie, Dr. Lee stated that the likeliness of the reovirus running “amuck” is improbable: “’I thought the movie was very entertaining but the scenario it presents is highly unlikely, almost impossible’” (Dalhousie University, 2008). In Contagion, the narrative is something that viewers have experienced, but on a much larger scale. It also takes viewers through the disaster from start to end so one is able to see the full blown effect for themselves.
It seemed like everybody in town hadn't been themselves lately. Jessie, Griffin, and I all decided that we weren't taking any chances of getting the virus… so we hid in the subway station underground. From city to city, town to town, we hid all day and all night, only surfacing to gather recourses. We hid for 6 years straight, surviving off of scraps and our determination to find a cure. A few days ago, Griffin found a gun shop and took as many supplies as he could. Now, we decided that were done hiding, were done fighting for scraps… were gonna fight! and were gonna find the
In conclusion the virus that had raged its way through Europe was so deadly, virulent and lethal that victims were reported to go to bed healthy and died in their sleep. This disease ripped society apart. This plague has killed many and ruined the lives of others.
Insomnia is a common sleep disorder. People who have insomnia have trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, or both. As a result, they may get an little amount of sleep or have a poor-quality of sleep. They may not feel refreshed when they wake up. There are four types of Insomnia. One is called Primary Insomnia; Primary Insomnia dictates that a person is having problems sleeping that are not directly correlated with any other health condition or problem. Then there is Secondary Insomnia, Secondary Insomnia indicates that a person is having sleep problems due to something else, such as a preexisting health condition. Acute Insomnia is short-term insomnia with minimum problems. Chronic Insomnia is ongoing and may have more problems. Many different things in everyday life can cause Insomnia. Symptoms can vary to, people may find themselves waking up in the middle of the night, or just can't sleep at all. Treatments may very also, different sufferers may try different treatments to help their problem.
You are so full of wisdom about life that when you speak I could stay there forever and listen to your open mind, for it is peaceful and inviting. Anthony, you have become my awakening, you have helped me see things in a brighter way, happier, and more enlightening way. I was once drowning from my own fears, completely cynical about love, hope, and security. I used to think that no one understood me and never would. Then one day before I knew you personally, you came into my thoughts and I wasn't sure why you were there. Suddenly I felt reassured and a smile was brought to my face. I believe deep down that I loved you then.
the virus also needs a way to get rid of your ability to know right from wrong, have memory and to have any feelings which in your brain is called serotonin,tryptophan,amygdala, and acetylcholine. Now we have a human with no feeling of satisfaction , happiness, sadness, or really anything. The human is essentially brain dead.(http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/educational-resources/brain-basics/brain-basics.shtml),(http://www.buzzle.com/articles/chemicals-in-the-brain.html,Mehta Suketu,last update:october 1st,2011.).
A faint twinge of excitement floated through my body that night. A hint of anticipation of the coming day could not be suppressed; yet to be overcome with anxiety would not do at all. I arduously forced those pernicious thoughts from seeping in and overcoming my body and mind. I still wonder that I slept at all that night.