Last night I slept like a log. I woke early, fiddled on some work and went back back to sleep.
I slept through three phone calls and roof repairs . I feel so different. Recharged.
I am giving English as a foreign language lessons to a neighbour. I so enjoy it. We have fun. I let him set the agenda quite a bit and teach him idioms, slang, and proper words and sentences too.
He makes good progresss.
Maybe I slept better because I poured my heart out to a friend of Mike. I told him all about the alcoholism. I worry so much about him.I don’t know if I’m indifferent or hate him. I loved him as I never loved anyone before.
So, I am considering linking with the local hospice so I can stop my lung medicine and slip away. My daughter has the opportunity to go elsewhere for six months after this is over. When that will be I don’t know.
I cannot live without seeing the sun in winter.
And Michael Ebsworth repeatedly crooned I’m never going to let you die alone. You and I are all I care about now.
11 replies on “Sleep, glorious sleep…”
Iāll miss you if you go.
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Thank you,Danette. That means a lot.
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You make a difference. Things will get better.
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glad you got a good night’s sleep; not really sure what you are getting at in the rest of your post. I hope you are doing ok…
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Jim. If that building goes up I will not see the sun all winter. If you had not realised I have 2morbid diagnosis. I had to stop writing a recent post. I was in tears. I am considering ending the tablet that keeps my lungs wrking in our local hospice.
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I generally do not like to offer advice to others, and I hope you do not mind my saying this, but it sounds like you may benefit from talking to a fellow psychologist…
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mmm you comments on the flu vaccine make more sense to me now.
I hope after some more sleep you are feeling strong – It saddens me to read you think it is better to leave…I don’t want to presume anything as I don’t know enough about you…hell, I don’t even know about myself to even begin to assume I know anything about anyone else.
If you need an ear, I’m happy to listen. My partner of 20 years is an alcoholic – high functioning if that is even a thing to help bring meaning – I love his sober self, deal with his drunken alter ego’s voice… released co-dependency…no idea what is next, but time will tell. He is my best mate, my love and my girls dad…its not all doom n gloom…like anything can be better. We are working on it.
Ok well I got sidetracked here…but I was trying to say, been touched by another’s addiction.
As for your lungs…I know there is more to it than I am currently aware. I have watched those close to me battle with health – and rest in peace took the pain away. Not that I am saying that is the answer, just I respect why they choose it.
Ok, I trust these words come across as intended…just extending an arm and ear if you ever need it. I just met you….not ready for endings. Thank you for being you.
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Amy, your are so lovely. There are alcoholics and alcoohlics. I’ve wriiten about it on Medium, and here. It’s my field.
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Looks like I have a load more reading to do then! The reason my path crossed with yours becoming brighter.
Thanks for shining the light on it.
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Oh you lovely!!! I feel we are meant to be in each others lives. Someone I was at school with lives in Brighton…
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Small world hey?! Well… this v has def shown us how connected we all r too. x
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