Some days just don’t live up to their early promise. Today was one of them. I started reasonably early, and if staring at a blank screen had been on my list of activities, I would have nailed it. However, it didn’t, and I have to count it as a failure.
There is a pasta bake in the fridge ready for tomorrow, the washing up is done and the evening meal is about to go into the oven. It’s pie and roast vegetable. The gravy will be made by pouring boiling water onto gravy granules. It is, like me, simple.
Ironic that the Masterchef final is on to tonight. Watching it obviously does not improve my cookery skills.
I’m fairly sure that hibernating is not as easy as it looks, particularly as I get older. Waking up every few hours to use the bathroom seems to defeat the whole idea of hibernation. I want to sleep from November to 24th December and go back to sleep around 29th December until April. Based on my last stay in hospital, I may have an idea.
For those of you who don’t remember, that was the visit to hospital where the medical profession shoved a camera into a body orifice not designed to accommodate cameras, checked my bladder and sent me home with a plastic bag of urine attached to my leg for three months. Obviously not the same urine, I had to drain that, including, once, into my shoe after knocking the valve that controlled such things.
However, amusing as I find it in hindsight, it wasn’t fun at the time. The only good bit was that I spent three months sleeping through the night. At bedtime you detach the “day bag” and attach the extension pipe and “night bag”. You throw the bag on the floor, arrange the plastic tubing and go to sleep. Eight hours later you wake up, detach the night bag, dispose of the contents and attach the day bag.
I often dream of those carefree nights of sleep. The only problem is that when you are attached to a catheter you can’t help thinking about your own mortality. And then there’s the first night of non-catheterisation. After 12 weeks of urinating automatically, wherever you are and whatever you are doing (a bit like a mouse) it’s hard to fall asleep without worrying about whether you will wake up at the necessary times, or whether . . .
Perhaps I will stop there.
The top picture is to remind me it will be spring soon.