Now that I have your attention, yeah me! I can’t sleep. I take enough sleep medications and tranquilizers to kill an elephant (according to my doctor), yet here I sit wide awake.
I was asleep for about 45 minutes and had a scary dream, hence the crazy title above. Normally I just take more medicine, flip on the tv, curse the powers to be and lie there, but this dream begged for something more.
So out of bed I got, searched for a pad of paper and a pencil and started scribbling what I remembered of the dream and of course, some dramatic effects and other tidbits.
Could I get a book out of this? Maybe a longer short story, or maybe another failed story that never really gets started. This involves research. Lot of research. My favorite thing to do until all these drugs (and the sleep deprivation) messed with my brain and I can’t think very well at times.
I already can’t read part of what I scribbled while first waking and starting to write. I have fixed what I can for now. NOW it is time to climb back in bed and see if the extra elephant tranquilizers will do the trick.
Don’t tell my doctor, she wasn’t happy this morning when I told her I did that. LOL! Thanks to my visits to the psychiatric nurse and the pulmonary doctor I am getting another sleep study and another BiPap machine. Never found a mask to work the first time. Their idea is that I am stopping breathing so long I am totally waking myself up constantly.
I have insurance now so I will make nice with the doctors and nurses for now. I really need sleep.
Where’s Mr. Sandman when you need him?