I was once up for 6 days straight.
When I was in third grade my insomnia was at its worst. I was visiting relatives for a couple of weeks in West Virginia. For the first week I did not sleep a wink. I was absolutely exhausted yet I could not sleep no matter what. The first couple days were pretty crummy, but aside from the usually fatigue, everything was ok. By the third day i was feeling pretty sick, by the fourth day I started having panic attacks and on the fifth day I started hallucinating. I witnessed an Alladin figurine from macdonalds that was placed on a shelf in the guest bedroom float from one side of the room to the other. When I looked back at where it had originally been, it was back in its right place. I started freaking out. The next day I told my parents what had happend and how long I had not slept and they took me to a hosptial where they gave me a sedative to help me sleep. I've had awful insomia for the past 20 years, but never had I been so bad off as that week.
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