Dotage Diaries – 13th February 2017 – Insomnia rules. I haven’t been sleeping well. I woke at the crack of sparrows again after another disturbed night and threw open the curtains to see a bright red sky… a snow warning? Not here, thankfully, it’s currently 8.4c. It is the bitter north-easterly that makes it feel like Siberia where the temperature plummets to around -25c at this time of the year.
So I am counting my blessings. I hate the cold, which is probably something to do with my grandmother’s Greek genes. My life expectancy in Siberia would be about 5 minutes and my doctor believes he can keep me alive for another 20 years in this neck of the woods, despite the north-easterlies.
I thought his estimate of my life expectancy wasn’t up to much. If I had been him, I would have added on a few years to ensure his patient was completely relaxed and happy before being presented with his £60 consultation fee. Saying ahhh has become so expensive these days.
Sleepless nights don’t pose too much of a problem for me given that I no longer have to don a suit and go to work anymore. However, being awake half the night inevitably takes it toll. I get nothing done around the house or the garden. I might not have the energy to pop out to the supermarket, but it hasn’t stopped me making travel plans. (2021 Editor’s Note – ha! ha! ha! What are travel plans?) There’s a helluva lot on my Bucket List to cram in over the next twenty years.
There are times when sleep deprivation gets the better of me, that I reach for my Mac and whack off 3000 words under the duvet, but then I get stick from my chiropractor because it’s not good for my posture.
Everything is bad for you these days. Especially what you drink. Red wine used to be billed as being good for your heart. Not any more. More than two glasses a night, even in your dotage and you are frogmarched down to the nearest branch of the AA. Fruit juice is taboo because it is not as pure as it used to be. I drink diet coke, as well as using it to remove oil stains from my drive. So, best to give up coke and fruit juice, because I have every intention of sticking to wine on the basis that the old age adages are the best and, if I drink enough of it, I might actually get some sleep. Until then, insomnia rules.