... but likely subject to Restless Legs Disorder.
There are rumbles about, that with the employ of the newly released "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual" Version V (American Psychiatric Press, 2013) ... the counting in Latin, if not praying in such, giving an immediate veneer of credence, esteem and validation to the trivialities of American life; witness the Super Bowl ... your chances are greater than 50% that you, yes you, dear reader, will succumb to a formally recognized mental disorder in your lifetime. Welcome to the asylum.
And it really doesn't require much mental sweat to snag the attention of insurers, Secretary Sibelius of HHS, and maybe the emergency room personnel down the block. "Caffeine withdrawal," for example, has at long last been recognized as that entity entailing a precipitated headache, for cause; and at least one other symptom. Here, according to the worldly wise and their criteria to make the call, something like "drowsiness" will do.
Frankly, I could be diagnosed with "caffeine withdrawal," simply by perusing the pages of DSM-V.
If "drowsiness intermittently interrupted by cackling laughter" were on that list of necessary additional symptoms, it'd be a no-brainer. But then, that's what DSM-VI is for.
As Robin S. Rosenberg of "Slate" (12 April 2013) wryly observes, "abnormal is the new normal." How to account for this? Ms. Rosenberg suggests the possibility that "we are labeling as mental illness psychological states that were previously considered normal, albeit unusual, making the tent larger." Perhaps. And let's face it: there are bucks to be made by fattening up the DSM bible; and the American Psychiatry Association is more unto Rockefeller, Vanderbilt and Morgan than Moe, Larry and Curly.
But perhaps the real answer is that sinful man is reflexively inclined to be anxious. At some fundamental level of being or consciousness, man "knows" there is a judgment afoot around the corner. Oh, we may deny God and the existence of that sure reckoning to come. We may sew the fig leaves tightly together, and unrepentantly hide with alarmum and within a bush, so as to avoid any exposure of our pox-marked nakedness. Behold, Ms. Rosenberg: "Old" abnormal is the normal, in this our fallen state. But God will find us out. And thank the compassionate Almighty Lord for that! Miracle of miracles, He wants all men to be saved, and willed His only Son to be nailed to a cursed tree, to that end. So while we're frantically running around, trying energetically to forget and avoid through our business, busy-ness, carousing, mischief, excuses, debauchery, hiding or even our caffeine, the Hound of Heaven is relentlessly calling and pursuing. "You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you" (Augustine, Confessions, Lib 1,1-2,2.5,5) .