The half way mark is today! One more week on these meds, hopefully all will be well. Everyday is a new and exciting adventure for two hours after each dose. Yesterday morning seemed mundane compared to last night. Actually I am writing this at 3AM Tuesday morning, I do have to go to work but last night's reaction was similar to the sleepless and restless nights of the menopause years. Went to bed at ten, wide awake and refreshed by midnight! Jeez it's going to be a long day. Although I stayed in bed trying to transcended back into the snuggly warm world of sleepy land, my mind, much like the naughty little child,"no I won't go, no you can't make me!" kept gnawing at my brain. I laid there thinking, I've got to be up by 3:15, out of the house and on the road somewhere between 4:30 and 4:45. Some days trotting down the back stairs seemed so much easier.
As I laid there thinking the irrational thoughts, conversations, events and just plain silly stuff, they broke through the barriers protecting my brain from these stupid memories, as if the downloading a million mega files. At one time the apartment building next to Fred's News, housed a mish-mash of misfits. Can't really remember names, but the fact they piled their trash beneath the stairs, combined with the dropping of said trash bags from the second floor,their final landing, helter skelter throughout their driveway, was enough ro earn them the title "Pig Family of the Year". Ironically, building owner Joe LaPere didn't care. The bags were finally removed, but only after Mr. Bill got in Joe's face, used profanity, announcing he was bringing the trash to Joe's ex-wife's house. Joe lived too far away, Mr. Bill knowing Joe was not fond of the ex, actually I think he feared her, thought this would work. It did, the trash was removed within a couple of hours. The stupid part of this ugly memory, the dumpster for the building was only a few feet away, lazy bastards!
Angelo as a teenager, was also quite the pain in the butt. He loathed our takeover of Fred's News, did everything in his power to piss the both of us off, yet as he matured, he understood. Eventually working for us, he had a great way with the patrons. Many knew of his tough upbringing, sympathetic with his plight, they overlooked his short comings. Truth be known, we liked Angie. If he was working the grill, we felt secure in knowing the job would be done right. Eventually Angie outgrew his Fred's News years, moving from job to job, hoping to find his niche.
These thoughts continued for what seemed to be an eternity, I was exhausted when the alarm sounded, having fallen asleep within minutes of the buzzer. In between these moments of semi consciousness, there were some strange dreams, people we hadn't heard from in years, moments that thankfully were forgotten with seconds of my returning to reality. Tonight I am tired,my mind, still off on a tangent in some other dimension, therefore sleep should be interesting! At least it will be fodder for future blogs.
As I laid there thinking the irrational thoughts, conversations, events and just plain silly stuff, they broke through the barriers protecting my brain from these stupid memories, as if the downloading a million mega files. At one time the apartment building next to Fred's News, housed a mish-mash of misfits. Can't really remember names, but the fact they piled their trash beneath the stairs, combined with the dropping of said trash bags from the second floor,their final landing, helter skelter throughout their driveway, was enough ro earn them the title "Pig Family of the Year". Ironically, building owner Joe LaPere didn't care. The bags were finally removed, but only after Mr. Bill got in Joe's face, used profanity, announcing he was bringing the trash to Joe's ex-wife's house. Joe lived too far away, Mr. Bill knowing Joe was not fond of the ex, actually I think he feared her, thought this would work. It did, the trash was removed within a couple of hours. The stupid part of this ugly memory, the dumpster for the building was only a few feet away, lazy bastards!
Angelo as a teenager, was also quite the pain in the butt. He loathed our takeover of Fred's News, did everything in his power to piss the both of us off, yet as he matured, he understood. Eventually working for us, he had a great way with the patrons. Many knew of his tough upbringing, sympathetic with his plight, they overlooked his short comings. Truth be known, we liked Angie. If he was working the grill, we felt secure in knowing the job would be done right. Eventually Angie outgrew his Fred's News years, moving from job to job, hoping to find his niche.
These thoughts continued for what seemed to be an eternity, I was exhausted when the alarm sounded, having fallen asleep within minutes of the buzzer. In between these moments of semi consciousness, there were some strange dreams, people we hadn't heard from in years, moments that thankfully were forgotten with seconds of my returning to reality. Tonight I am tired,my mind, still off on a tangent in some other dimension, therefore sleep should be interesting! At least it will be fodder for future blogs.
I was wondering if you would have strange dreams. I am back on Clarithromycin for... another frigging sinus infection. With this antibiotic I always have trouble sleeping and then when I finally fall asleep weirdo dreams. Hope you are starting to feel better.
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Patty
It must really be entrenched in my system, last night same crap again.
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