… the dictaphone yet again this morning.
But there again, what do you expect? When you don’t go to bed until midnight and you’re up and about again at … gulp 03:15, you don’t really have all that much time to go very far.
The irony of this is that had I made a special effort, I could have been in bed a lot earlier than that but, as usual, I prevaricated. I wasn’t really in the mood for going to bed, despite the fact that it had been a ridiculously early start that morning. Where is this 03:15 awakening coming from?
Once I made it into bed, I didn’t go to sleep straight away either. I had all kinds of things churning over inside my head and it was quite crowded in there. Eventually, I could settle down and go to sleep.
At about 03:15 I awoke with another mysterious pain – in the left shin and calf this time. I felt a desperate urge to scratch it but I’m trying to stop doing that. But whatever it was, I couldn’t go back to sleep and eventually I raised myself from the Dead. No point in lazing around when there are things to do.
Despite being exhausted, I attacked the radio programme that I’d begun to prepare the other day and I pushed on quite rapidly. I may as well make the most of it.
In the bathroom I had a wash and a shave in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant this afternoon, and washed my undies in the sink ready for the next occasion.
After I’d had my medication I came back in here to carry on until Isabelle the Nurse arrived. She couldn’t hang around today as she had plenty to do. Still, we had a nice little chat while she sorted me out. And it seems that where my shin is hurting, I have a leaking oedema. So here we go again, back to where we were twelve months ago.
After she left I made breakfast and read some more of MY BOOK. We’re still at Wareham Castle, but that’s because I was side-tracked on several occasions.
Back in here, I carried on with the radio programme until my faithful cleaner interrupted me to fit my patches.
The taxi was early today, which was nice, and even though there were two other people to pick up en route we arrived at Avranches quite early.
The only trouble was that so did everyone else, and the nursing staff hadn’t completed the cleaning of the machines so we had to wait. And being amongst the slowest people there, I was seen to last of all. Just my luck.
Emilie the Cute Consultant was there but she kept her distance.So did everyone else and it was the little student who drew the short straw. The coupling-up was comparatively painless, which makes a change from how it’s been just recently.
To amuse myself, I revised my Welsh and also had a little crash-out.
My favourite taxi driver brought me home which was nice. And my cleaner was waiting, with the spare keys for the new apartment.
Tea was a vegan burger and pasta, and right now I’m off to bed, totally wasted after two days of no sleep. I shall probably sleep for a week now, if I’m lucky. I’ve not written much today, but I’m in a rush to have this day over and done. I’ve already fallen asleep twice.
But while we’re on the subject of leaving the bed early, one of Nerina’s friends once asked me "when you have these sleeping issues like this, do you always wake up grumpy?"
"Ohh no" I replied. "I usually let her sleep on".
