Sleepless nights. We all have 'em, some more than others and I live with them on a nightly basis. My body clock has been out of whack for years and during those dark times staring at the ceiling a firework display of thoughts are going off in my head. Mostly random, with a firecracker of angst bouncing off the walls of my solar plexus.
So how come I can remember what my homework was when I was eleven, but can't remember which floor of the multi-story park I left my car an hour ago? Well, I am reliably informed that it is something to do with decreased blood flow to the brain. I used to be able to stand on my head. I wonder if I still can? It might be an idea to try to precipitate a rush of blood to my brains.
I'm not sure when your dotage is supposed officially supposed to start, but I fear the tell-tale signs have been around for a while now. Just small things.
When I was in my prime, my life evolved around my job. Now, after too many years on the 9-5 treadmill doing something that was never me, I am finally living my life around doing what I enjoy doing the most. Working from home, life is great but, just having got into the swing of my new laid back... Continue Reading →
Although reluctant to start taking them again as I invariably end up looking like the Michelin man, it seems to be the only way I can deal with my autoimmune problems. After a little over a week, they have kicked in and I feel like a cross between Usain Bolt and and the Brownlee brothers. My... Continue Reading →
I have just had to sit down because I've had a bit of a shock. I looked into the mirror and saw someone looking remarkably like my mother staring back at me. I swear I heard her say "Look at the state of your hair!", which is even more worrying really, given that she... Continue Reading →
I had a couple of glasses of wine last night and I only remembered about Lent this morning after having eaten four biscuits with my coffee. Biscuits and wine. I was supposed to be giving up both these indulgences until 13th April. Too late now. I must try to remember next year. I might have remembered, had I eaten pancakes yesterday, but I didn't because I am on a diet.
It's almost the end of February 2017. It feels like it should still be 2016. It's like I missed a year. 2015 turned out to be my year from Hell, my annus horribilis, so I spent 2016 blinkered, dealing with the fallout from 2015. I did manage to churn out the first draft of my novel during that time, so something positive came out of it.
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?
Ahh ... making lists. Something I never needed to do. I used to juggle my to-do list in my head which was seething with productive grey matter. Now the grey matter has imbedded itself in my hair and I have white mush for a brain. So I need to make lists. I just need to remember to look... Continue Reading →