stress and dst

I’ve never been a fan of daylight savings time (DST). My natural rhythm seems to be standard time. I even contemplated writing a post about the relevance of DST. But I found that someone had beat me to it. I found out a few interesting things as a result of some googling. For example:

  • William Willet first proposed DST because he noticed how much daylight was wasted while people slept – 1905;
  • The US implemented DST in 1919 as an energy saving method during WWI;
  • Both reasons for its implementation are cited today.

But interestingly enough, there is apparently growing evidence that it might actually be a negative measure. What was surprising to me is that there is actually a negative impact on energy consumption. Albeit, you have to consider “where” this is evident: in the states/provinces that do not adopt DST – there is an increase in energy consumption

Not surprisingly are studies finding detrimental impacts on health. I will swear on a stack of bibles (and I apologise if this offends anyone, but it’s true), that I take at least two months to completely recover from the switch to DST. That loss of an hour kills me. And now I have the wording to back me up—

…disrupting the bodies natural clock. This roughly 24-hour natural cycle, known as the Circadian Rhythm, is responsible for determining physiological and biochemical processes in human beings. DST forces a shift in this natural progression, disrupting sleep cycles and normal bodily processes and “severely affects our seasonal timing”. The time it takes to adjust to DST’s new schedule results in a period where sleep times are shorter or not as effective. The inability for the body to recuperate during rest periods can lead to general tiredness, stress, chemical imbalances in the body, and even depression.

So, here I am in one of the most stressful times at work, coping with DST at the same time.

And I thought I was doing well. Truly I did. I thought I’d come up with good coping strategies. I bike, swim and do yoga on a weekly basis. I block time that is just for Vince and me. I make sure I eat whole meals, as well as wholesome meals.

How do I know I’m not coping well? My psoriasis went ballistic. My whole scalp is ‘inflamed’. My arms and body had a series of guttate lesions. But my all-time indication? I pick at my finger cuticles. And once they’re raw, I begin to scrape at the skin on, wait for it, ONE thumb. I had to wear a bandaid yesterday because it was bleeding. And I had to watch it carefully because its my left hand, on my lymphedema arm.

And after reading what I’ve read about DST, I’m convinced that disruption to my natural rhythm is not helping my situation at all.

On that note, I think I’m off to bed early with hopes that I can get a good night’s sleep.

Night. Night.