Thursday, April 22, 2004
Nodding off: 
Okay, well the picture may not quite fit... and not sure he's known outside of Britain, but that's Noddy, an Enid Blyton creatoin, and his best friend is called Big Ears!!
But, dont' you hate if ever if its happened to you, when you are somewhere, anywhere, and awake, and suddenly you are so over-come by exhaustion, you just drift off to sleep? I used to quite like it, sleep being such a rare commodity to me, but now its embarassing!! I mean anyone knows, a wheelchiar, is not the most comfy place to sleep, and know someone whose used a wheelchair about twenty years and never been able to drop to sleep in it.. just the bog standard type of chair same as mine. Not the high back somewhere to rest your head type. And one minute are sat here, doing what I do, (not a fat lot!) then next POOF! Flat out in the land of nod... away with the fairies, and no warning it was going to happen. It happened in church once, several months ago, and I was sooo embarassed and ashamed. And now it happens at some point almost every day. I remember I used to brag, (I'm known for my bragging) that my favourite occupation was sleeping... it was actually said ironically, cos I so hardly slept at all at that time. And now need someone near by to clang symbols on the every half hour to make sure I'm still "with it" It could be a sign of "old age" HA! Not blooming likely! But maybe after nine hours sleep at nite, get up in the morning, make coffeee and before the coffee has even had time to cool to drink are once again... fast a'zzzzzzzz.
I remember used to not that long ago, probably less than a year, bragging, (okay so I brag too much) that sleep was for wimps. And I had no intention of sleeping unless essential to survival, as I could be doing so much more useful things than sleeping. HA! Yes, trying NOT to sleep!
I was mid sentence in reading Calvin's institutes last nite, and admittedly was laid on my bed, and mid sentence is where I zzz'd and my book was still about my person when waking seven hours later! I mean, I used to take drugs that I have been told by medical people, was at doses large enough to knock an elephant out permanently. Let alone someone my size, and never hardly ever slept. Maybe God uses my illness in some ways, cos some of the things are so ironic, and He is appealing to my love of irony. I also don't like things to happen unplanned. I like to prepare for things and know exactly what's going to happen etc at any given situation. My illness is never the same two days running, and have no idea what lies even five mins ahead!!
But as for this sleeping. I go to sleep as dopey and wake up as grumpy and of course in between are sleepy.
Its everything I NEVER EVER wanted. But then, Life never is like a box of
chocolates!
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