Hello Fellow Travelers!
For many months (or years) I have been waking up earlier and earlier with a new sense of purpose and excitement. Every morning I also get to hear who Patient Spouse met the previous night on his way to bed. It could be the paranoid shrew who withers him with contempt (thankfully, the "shrew" rarely makes an appearance) or more typically the smart alecky wise-ass who's really jazzed to see him. He never knows who will turn up and it does him no good to ask me because I have no recollection of doing
anything after I close my eyes, no memory, nothing, nada. I could have this completely separate life and not even know it!
It was tedious enough hearing about my nocturnal exploits every morning. I spend hours working out daily I spend hours balancing, I need all the sleep I can get. Today, I was not awake until 9:30. Three hours later than I usually get up. Unacceptable. And I was tired! Really tired! Reallly unacceptable! I have been taking Amitriptyline since the brain surgery but if I'm living in some nocturnal alternate universe followed by exhaustion and complete amnesia I'll scrap that medication too!
It was funny at first! What did I do last night? Was I witty? Was I wise? Was I Dorothy Parker? Who else was there? Scott and Zelda? John Cheever? John Irving? No, he wasn't even born yet. Not so funny, is it? So as much as I like the idea of roaming around an alternate universe for my own amusement, I'm tired of hearing about the time I spent doing this or that, and if a pill is making me sleep too deeply I'll stop taking it. Not a difficult decision for me. I wasn't having any issues with sleeping anyway. I was prescribed a lot of medications for conditions I could have had but didn't. I was prescribed whole slough of things for headaches (none of which worked), another (sertraline) for depression and something else to make sure I slept through the night. Well, I was never depressed and I sleep just fine! Patient Spouse is concerned I'm being too hasty in blowing off this last Rx, but if it becomes an issue I'll notice and try something OTC. So I am now completely medication free! I guess that's good.
Again, I'll ask the only question that matters,"Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? or Nazis? None of those either? Then who really cares?" If it doesn't have Nazis or cancer, I don't want to hear about it! It can't be that important! I can't be bothered! I'm still juggling chainsaws...four at last count...
For many months (or years) I have been waking up earlier and earlier with a new sense of purpose and excitement. Every morning I also get to hear who Patient Spouse met the previous night on his way to bed. It could be the paranoid shrew who withers him with contempt (thankfully, the "shrew" rarely makes an appearance) or more typically the smart alecky wise-ass who's really jazzed to see him. He never knows who will turn up and it does him no good to ask me because I have no recollection of doing
anything after I close my eyes, no memory, nothing, nada. I could have this completely separate life and not even know it!
It was tedious enough hearing about my nocturnal exploits every morning. I spend hours working out daily I spend hours balancing, I need all the sleep I can get. Today, I was not awake until 9:30. Three hours later than I usually get up. Unacceptable. And I was tired! Really tired! Reallly unacceptable! I have been taking Amitriptyline since the brain surgery but if I'm living in some nocturnal alternate universe followed by exhaustion and complete amnesia I'll scrap that medication too!
It was funny at first! What did I do last night? Was I witty? Was I wise? Was I Dorothy Parker? Who else was there? Scott and Zelda? John Cheever? John Irving? No, he wasn't even born yet. Not so funny, is it? So as much as I like the idea of roaming around an alternate universe for my own amusement, I'm tired of hearing about the time I spent doing this or that, and if a pill is making me sleep too deeply I'll stop taking it. Not a difficult decision for me. I wasn't having any issues with sleeping anyway. I was prescribed a lot of medications for conditions I could have had but didn't. I was prescribed whole slough of things for headaches (none of which worked), another (sertraline) for depression and something else to make sure I slept through the night. Well, I was never depressed and I sleep just fine! Patient Spouse is concerned I'm being too hasty in blowing off this last Rx, but if it becomes an issue I'll notice and try something OTC. So I am now completely medication free! I guess that's good.
Again, I'll ask the only question that matters,"Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? or Nazis? None of those either? Then who really cares?" If it doesn't have Nazis or cancer, I don't want to hear about it! It can't be that important! I can't be bothered! I'm still juggling chainsaws...four at last count...
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