6.8 on this trip trip day. Good luck
@ianpspurs.
It took me a minute to understand it wasn't the drip tripping around the country espousing the same ol BS.
#8 had an hour with me, and what a conversation that was, he was explaining how a mouse on the box was funny and falling about, copying him and laughing. And the rain was falling and daddy got wet.
I told him it was going to the shop that I got wet myself, he did laugh at that.
More phone calls to the pharmacy.
Another phone call to the surgery.
Another phone call to the council.
Another phone call to the housing.
Dates to be recorded and cross checked.
I think I need a secretary and not the bird kind.
Another night of ups and downs.
Am seriously thinking of sleeping patterns.
Ok, I've been threatening my dreams lately.
A coup!e of blue coming towards and dreaming noise and heat, pain in my left arm, waking up in one screaming. So many repeats.
Grey walking on dusty paths, again hot and dry.
Stuck on a car production line, not being able to keep up and not getting the job right. The anxiety, panic, frustration, anguish, this one does not help with being positive.
Can't find my way back to where I either want to go or be. Like I'm lost in a completely dark place. So a feeling of desperation and loss.
I did have lately a dream of having a party, but me younger, and not aware of knowing anyone that was there.
I didn't, but my actions and demeanour, meant I did. Strange.
I did read a theory before this, that dreams were a sight into other parallel universe maybe that was the trigger for it.
But in my experience of these dreams, in vivid Technicolor, I don't agree with that.
My life, and My brain with the production line to make sense of the mental health issues, certainly.
But, those recurring dreams, certainly someone else's life experience.
I have no doubt about that.
And others, random historical events dreams that are not repetitive.
I do know I'm weird, with weird dreams, wether the chemistry of my RH conditon or an unknown trigger.
And I'm aware the impact of those dreams on my moods, tiredness, energy levels, and the pain I do get from them. Never mind the odd bruise, the severe itching in that area of my body, for no apparent reason.
Enough.
Back to life, back to reality.
There is a tune in that somewhere.
Mrs L is demanding a cuppa.
Must dash.
Be back later.
Later.
