My life, at the moment, is like a science fiction film – I keep waking to find that significant amounts of time have disappeared.
It happened a few days ago when suddenly realised I hadn’t posted for several days. Then it happened again when another couple of days went missing. I know I was around as I wrote three paragraphs for a new post. Unfortunately, due to the nature of time, they aren’t relevant now as the “yesterday” they refer to is now “the day before yesterday” and to go through it all amending timings and using the correct tenses for things is more than I can enthuse myself to do. Fortunately, with it being in my normal rambling style, it’s no great loss to literature.
However, compared to this afternoon, this is nothing. This afternoon, having arrived home around 1.30 and sat down with a book to read about eels and ponder the progress of my afternoon, I regained consciousness three and a half hours later to the sound of Julia’s key in the lock.
My afternoon, which had been meant to include a light lunch, a little cookery, two phone calls and some note taking for an article I’m thinking of writing, turned out to be a blank interlude. I hadn’t even felt tired, so I’m not clear how I switched off so completely. I’m hoping it is to do with my urological problem, and the numerous associated nocturnal bathroom excursions. If that can be fixed fairly soon it will be a help.
I remember the three months of blissful, undisturbed sleep I had after my last visit to Urology. It came at the cost of tubes and bags (I didn’t even know there were “day bags” and “night bags” until then) but it did involve unbroken sleep so it was worth it. Well, almost unbroken sleep. There were a few nights when the tubes kinked, or I woke up tangled in the tubes, or, once, after a night of unrestrained tea drinking, I woke around 6am to find the bag was full and everything was backing up . . .
If it isn’t to do with this, it may be due to another medical condition and after looking several up (cyberchondria strikes again) I’ve decided that I don’t want any of them.
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I turned out to have a triple barrelled but mostly harmless syndrome. I can’t even remember the name of it, let alone spell it.
That’s impressive. It must be the sort of thing that lifts a doctor’s spirits too, after a morning of coughs, colds and corns.
A good night’s sleep is so important. No wonder you take naps.
With any luck the consultation in two week’s time will start me on the road to recovery. 🙂
Fingers crossed for you.
Thank you. 🙂
Hopefully you get a good night’s sleep soon, Simon. It can make all the difference in the world as to how the daytime plays out.
Yes, that is true. Give it a couple of weeks and i will a lot more relaxed as a pensioner. 🙂
May you get that good night’s sleep soon
🙂 I’d settle for a good afternoon of sleep but people keep ringing the shop and waking me.
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As far as ailments go it is probably better to be suffering from one that you know about rather than a mystery condition. I agree heartily that a good night’s sleep would be a great boon.
Yes, the symptoms are all pretty much the same but the treatments and blood tests are all new (as are the side-effects, I presume). Much better to stick with the familiar ones. I had eczema for years and then they decided it was psoriasis (on the basis that I have psoriatic arthritis). All that work done learning to spell eczema was wasted and, in my 60s I had to learn to spell psoriasis.
The worst result would be sleep apnoea, tricky to spell and the Americans spell it differently. Too much complication for a man who isn’t properly rested.