I've dealt with jet lag many times in my life, whether a summer in NYC or a week in Hawaii, to a three-month stay in Athens or a six-month setup in Tokyo. It's expected that our circadian rhythms get way out of whack when spending time three hours ahead or two behind, and I have found it's especially tricky when the international dateline is involved.
After retuning from my six months abroad in Tokyo, I literally slept for 24 hours straight -- a forced coma, if you will. With the 16-hour time difference and being there for so long, I was prepared to hit the wall. And that I did. Fortunately, I was allotted that time to rest and sleep off the delirium.
My recent five-night return from Beijing, China, however, proved quite tricky. I know how to land sans jet lagged, as I've also done it many times. I simply woke up two nights before I was supposed to leave at 3 a.m. after sleeping for four hours, started getting organized for the trip, did round one of packing and worked. Since I had to go to DTLA to pick up my visa at the Chinese Consulate, I worked from home until traffic had calmed down and hopped on the freeway.
Round one of delirium started to kick in at the consulate but I knew it was also the insane line and being surrounded by hundreds of people. I got my visa and took off to the LA office and just kept working, had a meeting with our editor-in-chief (the lovely Martine Bury) and then was off to a super healthy lunch at M on Melrose Avenue.
At this point, I was a large Peet's iced coffee with vanilla and cream and three Red Bulls deep into trying to stay awake. I then ordered a triple iced latte at M. At the end of my delicious meal, I was starting to hit the wall, except a photo shoot in DTLA beckoned. Thankfully, I took some downtime at a friend's nearby before going back to work.
After the shoot, it was on to art walk with the crew. By 10 p.m., I figured I was no longer safe to operate heavy machinery and headed to OC. I packed more, organized, talked to a friend and finally fell asleep at 1 a.m., more beer included. The alarm went of at 4 a.m. and I unglued my eyelids to finish packing, drink tea and charge all my electronics. Car came at 6 a.m. for LAX, then the flight to San Francisco with a 2-hour layover. Business class definitely has it's perks and many I know have done it many times before, which is why the bar in the United Business Class Lounge was so packed: You drink and keep drinking until you pass out on the international flight.
I started with wine in the lounge, then champagne once a I took my seat (7K) and it was Bloody Marys from there on out until I simply went nightie night. Once I landed in Beijing and got to my hotel, I was fine. The plan had worked.
Yet after only being there five nights and time-traveling backwards over the International Date Line, I still landed in a haze. Yes, I drank beer before the flight and Champagne after Champagne until I slept for six hours but I couldn't shake the jet lag as soon as I landed. Perhaps it was because I left out the Bloody Marys on the way home? The fact that I neglected bringing out the big guns?
In any case, I was fine, then I would hit a wall. Fine. Hit Wall. Repeat. I slept as much as I could but I was waking up every hour on the hour, despite nightcaps and exercise and yoga and meditation and every other hippie-dippie thing I could imagine. And then I just kept Googling for the answers. I didn't have the leisure to skip a day of work upon return, as deadlines for magazines never end. Did I mention that China blocked my 944 e-mail? Oh, yes, they did. And we all know that Facebook, Twitter and YouTube is another no-no.
In any case, four days into my return my jet lag is still a work in progress. Google gave me too many answers on what I should or could do. So I just woke up this Sunday morning at 3 a.m. to meditate, drink tea and start another workday (yes, it's a weekend but a whirlwind trip in China is no comparison to forgoing one day at the beach in OC).
My favorite find on
www.thetravelinsider.info in an article called Jet Lag Causes and Cures:
People who say, I don't suffer jetlag run the risk of self delusion in a manner similar to that of a drunk person or a diver too deep with the wrong air mixture, and may not realize that they are not acting as intelligently as they normally could.
Couldn't have said it better myself, and I hope there are no typos in this rather long blog.
Written by: Katie Pegler