I slept!
Friday, January 20th, 2006Thank the heavens for that. Okay, so I got woken up at 3am by something or other. It might have been the fierce wind. I then realised that I couldn’t breathe very well and failed to return to sleep, but as I’d gone to bed at 9pm and drifted off to sleep almost immediately, this was almost acceptable amounts of sleep compared to what I’ve managed for the last week
I am all ready to leave for work (I can’t bring myself to consume breakfast) and it’s only 6:17am. I had the bath last night, you see, so there is little to do in the morning except pander to cat, have bath, get dressed and consume breakfast items. When the most time-consuming activities are not required, and the cat rejects excess pandering, there is not much left to do.
I did end up reading some of the ‘Urgent Educational Material’ that arrived yesterday, and found it quite soothing. Also, I think I managed to convince myself that I’ve actually solved all the big scary problems for this thing I’m building, so actually, the rest of it is just working out the detail. So I think my poor brain felt it could have a rest. To be fair, I hadn’t solved them until yesterday morning, so maybe it was justified in working overtime. I’m just glad it has stopped.
I will probably leave early for work this morning: the weather sounds fierce and cycle-unfriendly, so I think, in my debilitated state, I will need a long time to ride the 2 miles to the station this morning. It took me a long long time to get to the dentist last night. I wasn’t going to go, as I felt so vile, but after ringing them and being assured they wouldn’t mind my cold, I decided to go. Well, I was off work ill anyway, and I would have had to miss extra work time to get to an altered appointment, and I reasoned that if I wore myself out with the ride, it might help me sleep. I had forgotten how much I hate that hill on the way through Maidenhead. We used to live on the top of it, so every journey was a struggle on the way home. I don’t miss it at all!
The regrettable upshot of the dentist visit was a further visit booked for 28th February: I need to have this dratted tooth removed. Apparently it is cracked and that is why I have had so many problems. I am nervous. My dentist is lovely, but when he announced that I would have to extract it, I turned into a little ball of fear. I felt that I looked like a cartoon of a scared cat - all big eyes and ruffled fur. I was certainly shaking. I don’t know why I fear the dentist - he’s a lovely gentle man, and I have had root canal on this tooth already, so there are no roots to cause pain, but I’m not sure it is the pain that worries me. Oh well, I shall try and forget about it for a month or so.
I shall now prepare for launch.
