So much for wanting to sleep a whole night through. I woke all tangled up in cats, and I'd been pushed to the end of the bed with no duvet. Worse than having a husband. Actually, no. I'd been having a dream about being on stage and forgetting my lines, something I dream about quite often. My dreams are intricate and detailed, and often feature the end of the world. My Freudian analyst used to have a field day telling me what they meant, but I didn't usually agree with her, as she believed that all woman suffered from inadequacy when compared with men. At least I'm having ordinary dreams and not the nightmares I get when I'm depressed.
Made myself a cup of hot milk - again - to try to settle down, but it never works for me. When I did nights on the psychiatric ward, everyone had a hot drink at about 2100 to help them sleep - I always thought a good slug of alcohol would be better. It used to help me. Daisy is fully recovered and eating for two - she's sitting on the kitchen table next to me as I type.
Sue
19/10/2013 03:46:30
"Worse than having a husband. Actually, no." I'm still laughing at that one! xxx Comments are closed.
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