When I was a tween, I used to play a weird game. A nerdy game. I had this calculator. A gray one. And I would hit a few numbers and it would go off and do some odd number churning. My friend and I would play this quite often for a few months. I can’t really remember what it is the calculator did. I can’t figure out what could have been so exciting. Looking back it seems odd, boring, and slightly incomprehensible.

For some reason the image of being on my couch playing that game entered by head today. Somewhat akin to an earworm. It’s running over and over in my head. As I sat on the couch with phone in hand while I watched a mildly entertaining show called Private Eyes, I decided to do a Google search. And, I felt a mild case of dejavu.

Without really knowing what I was going to search for, I typed in “can you recover from…” Before I finished typing out my thought, all these odd search suggestions came up. Actually, they weren’t odd at all.

Can you recover from a stroke

Can you recover from brain death

Can you recover from sleep deprivation

Can you recover from a broken heart

Can you recover from from a torn achilles

Can you recover from a broken back

Can you recover from an affair

Can you recover from a concussion

Can you recover from a wrong conclusion

Can you recover from a mistake

Can you recover from a dark cloud

And, the list went on and on. I wanted to answer yes to most, if not all. Although, I realized halfway through that I had intended to search for whether one can recover from a sleep deficit. I don’t think you can. Which is why you need to try to get a decent amount each night. Yet, many of us don’t. Hence why caffeine runs through our collective veins. This week, I have had more coffee than usual. I needed to do so. See, I’m in a sleep deficit this week. Maybe I will be able to catch up in two weeks just in time for another opportunity to fall further behind. What a cycle of life, sleep, and catching up.