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''This country is My canvase, I leave paint trails where I go"..Frank Turner from 'sleep is for the week'


Friday, November 26, 2010

Morning has broken

And so turns another day, and it's not starting for me as I'd like but there's not a lot I can do about it. All last night I spent awake and gave up trying to sleep at half six. I'm fairly used to getting not a lot of sleep but I hate getting none, and I'm sure I'm not alone. What's going to happen during the day as I go about my usual things is I'll suddenly need to sleep and I'll lie down and sleep like a pup for a couple of hours. The knock on effect of this is that I won't sleep tonight either and the vicious cycle begins. I could go days and days like this or I could figure out some way of breaking the cycle early. I need to get through today with enough rest and be jaded enough tonight to sleep.

I'm sure the doctor could give me something to help me sleep but I take enough meds as it is and any more would just confuse me, and I could do without being confused any more than I am. I don't like taking heaps of meds, I've heard to many nightmare stories of kidney and liver failure in later life from people who ate tablets like sweets and when I die I want to be in the best of health.

The other option is to get blind drunk but as I don't drink then this option is also gone out the door, and I don't use drugs so I can't get stoned. I'm not likely to get in a punch up (although I'd never totally discount it) so I can't get knocked out. I could of course watch The English Patient, that'd put me to sleep any time, but I can't be bothered to go to the DVD store.

There's the notion of course that reading could send someone to sleep but not me, when I start to read anything I go into a world of my own and I have to finish what the writer has written, and the furthest thing from my mind would be sleeping. If someone has gone to the trouble of writing something interesting enough to have me start reading it then the least I can do is finish it. I can sit and critisise the writer to my hearts content and not even leave the room. I can also gasp at the writers ability to turn words into dreams. That's the great thing about books, it open doors to great minds and ideas that entertain us and challenge us and make us stand up and think. I've had lots of debates with writers, some of them have been dead a long time, but that shouldn't stop a good debate. I think I might wander down to the library or a bookshop and see if I can find a little gem to keep me entertained for the day.

Tonight I'm off to a birthday party in Limerick so I'll have to rest all day so I'll be able to go. No sleep mixed with C.I.D.P. is really going to wreck me but I'll power through with the help of a good book, or even a bad one, and I'll be the better for it tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Hi gang

I know it's been a while but there's a good reason for tthat, nothing has changed much. I started this little blog to let people know what it's like for me to live with C.I.D.P. and for now it's just the same day in day out. I don't mean that in a way that my life is boring or anything, exactly the opposite, I have a ball every day. I mess around online, I play my guitar, I cook, I cook some more, and if there's any internet hounds out there you'll know I've started a little business, it's still very much at the green shoots stage but I'm giving something a go. Walking a distance is still a bit of a problem for me but I get by, and I have a car anytime I have to go anywhere.

I've never sat and thought about what to write, I just sit and type but when I've really had nothing to report I didn't see any point. Fishing stories are for another type of blog and if anybody wants to know about any of my new recepies they can message me or ring me or wharever. My music is another story. I'm back playing an odd gig here and there and that's all good, next week I'll be in Ennis to hear and play some traditional Irish music. It's good to be able to do all of these things and the reason I can is because the people around me didn't stop caring, my wife, my daughter, my parents and my countless friends (you know who you are). It's because of these people that I'm able to cope with this thing that I got and that's why I have nothing really to report. I'll still blog away every now and then but for now thank you all for giving me nothing to write.....xx