Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy...

Hello blog world. I seem to be having a little trouble getting to the key board currently but bear with me and I will attempt to do my best over the next few days/weeks. Let me explain. During may recent stay in hospital the specialist fine tuned my new medications which translates to he had fun playing around with the dose levels along with how many times of day I would be taking the medications. At one point he told me that the high levels and frequency of the new medications along with the high level of pain medications I am taking would knock me about a bit or in real words they will make me sleepy, a bit vague in the head etc. I told him at the time I didn't care as long as they helped.

While I was still staying in the hospital I guess I didn't notice the full effect of the medications. By the time I left my most pleasant stay in hospital, in which I'm sure you have all read about in the two previous post, but let's not revisit that most meaning full part of my personal life history. As I was saying, while in hospital because I basically laid around in bed a large portion of the day not having anywhere else to go and my biggest distraction was some very boring local television I did a whole lot of sleeping. Even during the those periods at which I was taken done to the scan area in a wheel chair I guess I just didn't notice the "knocked about" feeling considering how bloody bored I was.

Since I've been home that "knocked about" has become a bit more noticeable. I'm trying to do "normal" things and I'm finding my self challenged from all sides. I can't get past two pages of the current book I'm reading (Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris for those interested). I start to nod off during conversations if there is a lapse in the conversation. Watching television is hopeless. Walking around is fine as far as the feet pain goes because the medications are working but at the same time I get the waves of light-headed dizziness that come out of no where and with out warning so I suddenly have to stop walking for a moment to steady myself. The biggest thing to deal with is the fact that if no one wakes me to take my pills (thank you hubby) I would sleep right through the next dose until the current dose wore off which would defeat the purpose of taking the new pills. It has been a chore keeping on top of my new pill schedule.

Anyway, that's why the title "Sleepy, sleepy sleepy...". All I seem to be doing is sleeping or trying not to would be a better way of looking at it and when I'm not sleeping I'm trying to keep my head on straight. All of this just so my feet don't hurt. In the end I will survive because I am told that these effects will eventually taper off or I will simply adjust to them. So please bear with me as I can't promise when I'll post much less can I promise or take credit for the content or should I say I cant promise everything I write will make sense which might actually be "normal" for me, who knows. You know how I tend to ramble. Take care and Enjoy...

Sleepy now...

Recently a blogger that I read frequently asked the question, "Where do you sleep?". He answered his own question by sharing with his readers an insight into where it is he sleeps. He then asked his readers to post the same on their blog and I am happy to oblige. So without further adieu I present the place where we lie our heads.

The bed, a wood and iron sleigh style bed, is currently covered in it's winter bedding which consists of 100% goose down quilt covered in plaid cotton flannel duvet. Two side tables with matching lamps for bedtime reading, each have a clock and books for that sides occupants. I sleep on the right closest to the fire place, which you'll see in the next picture. The duvet cover changes with the seasons as do the throw pillows. The sheets are all 100% Egyptian cotton and range from 500 -1000 thread count.

In this picture you can see the fireplace which is fitted with a cast iron insert. We don't currently use this fireplace as we don't feel safe with an open fire in the bedroom, but if we did want to use it we would be able to as it is fully functional. This fireplace is one of four that we have in the house. The pictures above the fireplace were a gift from James' parents. They are watercolour's that were drawn by an architect from Bristol who turned artist. The pictures are roughly 100-110 years old. We think they fit perfectly with the age of our house, because as I've mentioned in the past our home is over 115 years old.

An added bonus is the view from our bedroom window, which sits at the front of the house. We look down on the harbour. It's a little hard to see but hopefully my pictures will get better as I'm about to get a new digital SLR camera, so hopefully all further pictures will not only be higher quality, but maybe even a bit artistic as I explore my photographic eye.

Anyway, there you have it, a quick insight into where we sleep. Enjoy...

The human pillow...

I love our cat Molly even if she is a right royal pain in the ass. All she does is eat and sleep, eat and sleep. When she's not here in the house she usually is sleeping in one of the big cushioned chairs out on the veranda. Or she is at one of the neighbors begging for food or sleeping on their bed. (I know that's where she sleeps because they told me). What I find to be the most brazen of acts is not that she goes into other peoples houses and sleeps on their beds but that she eventually comes home at night and thinks that I'm as good as a bed and uses me as a human pillow. Of course she waits until I've fallen asleep which I inevitably do every night while watching TV. I love her but really...




Anyway, I want to come back as a cat after I die because life is so easy for them especially her.