The night was full of torture and terror
I spent last night spinning from one insane dream to another, waking for brief moments to say "Holy Cow!" to myself before sinking back into the maelstrom of delusional imagery that I was assaulting myself with. Time after time I would escape it, only to fall back in to some nightmare that Wes Craven could only dream about putting on film. Lavishly violent and gruesome would be the terms I would use to describe them. This is what changes to medication will do to you.
Apparently I was also rolling and moving in my sleep, as twice during the night I was awakened by the feeling of kitten claws tearing into my feet. One time I had to get up as he had drawn blood and I didn't want to get blood on the sheets. It isn't easy putting a bandage on your foot when you are half asleep and semi-psychotic. My feet must have been far too tempting to attack as I thrashed around crazily.
When I awakened this morning I felt like I had been beaten with a mallet the entire night. This was compounded by my entire upper body being sore from a ramped up gym morning yesterday.
In short, and without further ado, I can say this: I am an utter mess today.
Curiously, I am quite cheerful despite it all.
How are you?
Apparently I was also rolling and moving in my sleep, as twice during the night I was awakened by the feeling of kitten claws tearing into my feet. One time I had to get up as he had drawn blood and I didn't want to get blood on the sheets. It isn't easy putting a bandage on your foot when you are half asleep and semi-psychotic. My feet must have been far too tempting to attack as I thrashed around crazily.
When I awakened this morning I felt like I had been beaten with a mallet the entire night. This was compounded by my entire upper body being sore from a ramped up gym morning yesterday.
In short, and without further ado, I can say this: I am an utter mess today.
Curiously, I am quite cheerful despite it all.
How are you?