I had a terrible night’s sleep. In fact sleep was a fantasy. Mega awful.
It all started with a blocked nostril and I couldn’t find my usual nose spray to relieve it. So I reached for a new brand and applied it.
It almost took the top of my head off. It smelt of mint and I felt it working it’s way up my face, numbing my brain, trailing out of my ears and swirling around at the top of my skull.
It was painful, it hurt massively, and it didn’t unblock the stuffy nostril. It kept me awake and sent me into a world of disturbing nightmares and unreal situations.
Sleep that followed was punctured with images – hallucinations and feelings of desperation.
I don’t know much about what was in it but it’s in the bin now. I’ve never taken illegal drugs, only medicinal ones, but I could happily believe that there was something in that nasal spray that should not have been there. Ironically, checking reviews of the product, there is no mention of experiences like mine.
Eventually, and with relief, I shook it all off and sensible daylight greeted me. Any additional confusion ebbed away and I was just left in my normal confused state.
T was tricky to get up today, but I got him to daycare.
H and I had a short walk at Cholsey and I visited the local Tescos and bought some more familiar nasal spray. I get really irritated by a blocked nose. I don’t have a cold or anything but it sneaks up on me in the night. Dominant nostrils and all that.
iH was returned home and I set off for Aldermaston where I met up with Val and Brenda and we enjoyed lunch and a chat. Our thoughts are with Dame Sue whose brother died a couple of days after Christmas, in Lancashire, where he lives. His mother was staying with his family and she is now back in Berkshire, but in RBH, having had a massive stroke on Saturday. It must be a bleak outlook if you are 92. Sue’s brother had been seriously ill for a while.
Val and Brenda were in good form, but I had to leave, eventually to pick up T.
The drive is across country and the fields are slowly turning into lakes or swamps. Testament to all the rain we have had.
I may have had a little rest upon our return – a jacket potato that weighed heavily! T wasn’t over enthusiastic about his day out. But he survived.
The evening drifted reluctantly on. I started to watch an interesting programme about people involved in the restoration of small and unusual living spaces. There was a man who planted an ancient wooden and rotting boat in a hole in his garden… I never found if it grew. As for the result of his gardening…I’m sure it is wonderful or it would not have featured on the show.
Thought for the Day
For ‘KIDS’ read HUSBAND
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