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Staying up past my bedtime…

I tried to go to sleep, I really did. I made an honest effort and laid under the duvet with my eyes closed and my body as relaxed as I could get it. Then the animals started cavorting on the bed as if I wasn’t in it. I pushed them both off and started the falling asleep process all over again, but it was to no avail. I just couldn’t reach that magical state of mind called slumber. I was wide awake for some reason and I knew I had to get up and start the process over again from scratch.

So here I’m sitting with a cup of coffee only slightly dopey, but full of good intentions. The dopiness is from the sleeping pills I took that didn’t quite work and that give me a pleasant feeling of a slight drug inducement. I’m yawning a little bit, but it’s not so bad that the tears are running down my face. I’m not sleepy, but pleasantly high, though not to the point that I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. It will wear off in a while like it always does. It’s just a temporary condition. I’d like to feel this way always. Talk about escapism.

My two pairs of jeans arrived this afternoon and I needn’t have worried about them being too tight because they fit just fine. As a matter of fact, the next time I order jeans, I can get them a size smaller easily. They truly are skinny jeans and these are hip huggers and I can pull them off and on without unbuttoning or unzipping them. I have no bottom and no thighs. I wore the one pair for the rest of the day and they were very comfortable. I felt skinny and like I had long legs. That was a whole new experience.

I can greatly recommend getting skinny jeans if they fit you. They are ever so flattering and then of course, I have all these tops to go with them. I put what I wore with them in the laundry tonight and will have to get something out of my closet in the morning that’s equally exciting. No doubt I will find something. I want to look sexy at my age. I haven’t for such a long time and I want to look attractive at least from a distance. Never mind what I look like up close, although I do my best for that too.

The dog was trimmed this morning and when the Exfactor brought him home he looked like another dog. He was cut so short that I hardly recognized him. He looked feistier and less cuddly and seemed to act that way too. Of course, he was super excited from his outing and took some time to settle down. I spent the rest of the day playing with him and cuddling him so we could bond again. He sure appreciated that and it worked well. I felt that we needed to re-establish our relationship because he was being so silly.

While the dog was gone, the cat walked all over the apartment looking for him and she greeted him extensively when he came home. She does miss him when he is gone, even though he can be such a pest.

I gave the dog his new dog food in the afternoon and it seems we have a winner with this one. He emptied his bowl in one fell swoop. He usually dawdles over his food and takes forever to finish it. I think he used to eat with reluctance and now he eats with an appetite.

Tonight was another British thriller night and we had a new episode of Inspector Linley. This started 6 months after he had lost his wife Helen to the shooting and he was drowning his sorrow in booze, but got over it by solving a particularly horrid case. I was spellbound and on the edge of my seat. I do love Inspector Linley and his sidekick Barbara. It was a thoroughly satisfying evening, but it does put me to bed late. I don’t know yet what’s on tomorrow night, but I hope it’s equally exciting.

By the way, I answer your comments by writing a reply comment. You can keep track of those by clicking on the little box beside ‘notify me of follow up comments.’  I’m not ignoring you. I don’t know a better way to reply.

I think I’ll go back to bed to sleep some more.

Have a good day when you get up.

Ciao,

Nora

 

 

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Stalking the night…

The first thing I did when I got up tonight, was make myself a wonderful pot of freshly brewed coffee instead of drinking that old heated up in the microwave stuff. That was just about the kindest thing I could have done for myself. I’m enjoying a cup of it now and very nice it tastes too. I thought, why short change myself with bad tasting coffee when with a little more effort I can have the real thing? Sometimes I forget to treat myself with the kindness I deserve. That everybody deserves, so I hope you all treat yourselves well at every opportunity.

When I went on the bathroom scale yesterday morning, I discovered that I had lost another kilo. This leaves me 3.5 kilos short of my latest goal. I’ve already reached two goals and this is my third one. I may set a new goal after I reach this one, it depends on how easily I lose the weight. No doubt I will lose more weight quickly when I cut down on my medicines soon. This particular one is well known for weight gain, so I’m expecting to lose weight as I decrease it. That’s not the reason why I’m cutting down, but it’s a nice benefit of it.

I’m becoming my old skinny self again, someone I haven’t been in a number of years. It’s a great relief to be getting my old body back. Well, of course, it’s been ravaged by time and middle age. It’s not quite the body I used to have. I will need to have some surgery done on my stomach to get rid of excess skin. That’s where most of the weight gain was. I had an apple shape. All of me is skinny now except not quite there in that area.

I had a nice day yesterday, although I didn’t do anything special. I walked the dog a number of times and watched sports on television. I’m becoming a real sports addict and watch a number of them. I even watch field hockey, which I used to think was boring. I do enjoy the tennis at Roland Garros and can watch it for hours if they are good matches. I like to watch Federer play. He’s poetry in motion.

I didn’t get around to reading my book as the animals decided to take up a lot of my time every moment that I sat down in my armchair. There was always one climbing on my lap wanting to be petted. I suppose yesterday was animal bonding day. That’s what Sundays must be for. Every time I gave them a kind look, it was reason for them to come get attention from me.

We all did take a nap in the afternoon and I woke up very groggy and had to be resuscitated with coffee and cigarettes and then a refreshing walk with Tyke, followed by dinner and lots of cold milk for my never ending thirst. I had my pajamas and bathrobe on before I remembered to take out the trash. I watched a quiz show on television and got a lot of the answers right and felt superior. It’s probably different when you actually stand there in front of the cameras and have to give the answers.

I’m not especially looking forward to today. The personal helper and the domestic help will be here. I’m not too thrilled about it. It will be nice to have a clean apartment, but I’m not looking forward to the company. The personal helper wants to micro manage me to pieces and I have to put a halt to it. I will do that today. The domestic help wants to sit and visit too much and I will have to put an end to that also. I do want to be in charge of my own life and my own day and time.

Tomorrow will be a much better day. My time will be my own and I have no appointments, except that the Exfactor is going to be here to do the groceries. You have no idea how much I appreciate my freedom. I need lots of breathing space and room to move around in. Other people can make me feel trapped, especially if I feel they need to be entertained and amused and kept busy.

I’ve got to go back to bed now and get a couple of hours more sleep before the personal helper gets here. I do want to be coherent before she shows up, so I have to set my alarm clock.

I hope you’ll all have a nice day.

Ciao,

Nora

>Tea doesn’t do the job…

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I tried to wake up with a cup of tea, but it left me very grumpy and grouchy, so that was not a success. The reason I had the tea, was that I had to open a new vacuum sealed package of coffee and I was not in the mood for that first thing when I got up. I just couldn’t face the struggle of opening it up and pouring the coffee into the glass containers before I could make a pot. So I chose the easy way out and microwaved a cup of tea. It did nothing for me, except leave me in a bad mood. 
Of course, then I was very motivated to open that darn package and make coffee. It didn’t turn out to be too frustrating a job by then. I was quite up to dealing with it. I’m very happy to say that I’m having my second cup now and that I’m beginning to feel a lot better. My coffeemaker is kind to me and doesn’t take too long to turn out a fresh pot. I don’t have to wait endlessly. My craving is soon satisfied.
I went to bed very early last night because I simply was done with the day and had read my book and there was nothing decent on television. In the book a gruesome murder had just been discovered and I figured that was a good place to stop reading lest my imagination started working overtime. The investigating team was just off to start looking for a second body, which I’m sure was going to be an equally gruesome discovery. It was a lot to take in all at once. 
Television on weekend nights is pitiful. You can’t count on it for your entertainment, unless you are a vegetable and have no functioning brain cells. They must save the worst programs for the weekends when everybody is otherwise committed and only really dull and less challenged people stay home.  The kind who don’t know that the television has an off button. 
My sister and I sat in the sunshine in her garden yesterday afternoon and I had cappuccinos while she drank tea. It was wonderful. All the bulb plants had come up and were blooming or were about to bloom. The violets were brightly purple and blue. The hydrangeas were getting new leaves and the perennials were starting to pop out of the ground. We got a little bit of color from the sun and discussed world issues. We agreed on most everything and exchanged information about what we’d read and heard and seen. It had been a while since we’d had a good conversation. It gives you food for thought. 
Tyke and Gandhi were happy when I got home and Tyke got a belly rub and then a walk. When we got back, Gandhi got to lie on my lap for a while. I do have to keep both animals happy. 
I’m sufficiently tired now to go back to bed. I do have to put the trash out. I forgot to do that last night. I have to set the alarm clock because my personal helper is going to be here later this morning. I do want ample time to wake up before she gets here, otherwise I won’t be communicative enough. 
Have a super day.
Ciao,
Nora

>Refreshing my mind in the middle of the night…

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I’m just the least bit sleepy, but that doesn’t keep me from sitting here and merrily carrying on with my nighttime activities because I am enjoying myself. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now but planted on this chair behind the computer. The call of my bed is not alluring enough to take me there yet. It can wait for a couple more hours. I’d rather not spend my time sleeping now. That would be a terrible waste of time. I’d have to be toppling out of my chair before I did that. 
Toppling out of my chair is hard to do because it has armrests. Most likely I would fall forward with my head on the keyboard and get funny indentations on my forehead. I’ve also been known to end up with my head on the edge of the desk and have a ridge on my forehead that was very painful and visible and hard to explain. It’s a funny way to fall asleep and I hope I don’t do it tonight. Hopefully I’ll crawl to my bed before that time. 
I’ve had three cups of coffee and am not about to fall asleep, regardless of my slight tiredness. I have enough willpower to stay up because I want to. I like sleeping in the morning ever so much better. I like being up in the middle of the night and being a night owl. It suits me to sit here in my bathrobe and to know that the world around me is asleep. I’m not the least bit scared of the bogeyman. There are no ghosts in my world. There’s only the friendliness of the darkness of the night. 
I do get a sore bum from sitting in this chair, although it is a comfortable one. A soft pillow doesn’t help, I’ve tried that. I’ve broken my tail bone once and it will always be a sore spot. I have to sit in a particular way to make it as easy as possible. I would like a big old executive chair to sit in and will one day acquire one. Like I am the CEO of a large company and can lord it over everybody and give myself a big bonus once a year. I can dream, can’t I?
The good thing about being up in the middle of the night is that the animals are asleep the whole time and don’t badger me. Nor is Tyke badgering Gandhi and she has peace and quiet. I don’t have to continually rescue her from his loving embrace. He does still think that he has to show his dominance over her. Especially when he wants attention or when she gets too close to me. He can really be a pain in the neck. I’ve thought about getting him fixed, but the cost is prohibitive right now. Maybe this summer  when I get my vacation allowance. 
Oh, I totally forgot that today is Saturday. That’s nice. All I have to do is go to the tobacco shop and hang up a load of laundry to dry. It’s good that it’s the weekend, although why it is I couldn’t really tell you. I have no good reason for it. I have enough days during the week that feel like days off also. It’s just the general idea that it’s the weekend that makes it feel more festive. The weather isn’t going to be all that great, although the sun is going to shine. It won’t be very warm. 
One thing I have to do today is finish reading my book. That’s one goal I have to set for myself. I’m halfway through it and since it’s not such a big book, I ought to be able to finish it in one day. I really want to move on to the next one and I can’t wait to look on my bookcase to find it. I’ve got two cubbyholes empty to fill up with books and when I’m done reading the ones I still have, I can start ordering new ones. I have to check out Wise Web Woman’s reading list and see what interesting novels she’s got on hers. She’s a connoisseur of good novels.
I think I’ll knit an end to this post and see what other sort of trouble I can get into. Every night I go looking for it. Frustratingly so, usually. 
Ciao,
Nora

>Trying harder…

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After making the resolution yesterday to sleep better and longer during the night, I actually managed to do so. I woke up twice, but both times managed to go back to sleep, but the third time I ran out of patience and got up. I had slept more than six hours by then and for me that was a long time. 
One time after I had been awake and tried to go back to sleep, the animals both climbed on top of me because they expected me to get up, used to it as they are. I had a bit of a hard time settling them back down again, but managed to do so in the end by holding them both in place with one arm each.
I suppose it will be easier when I get those new sleeping pills tonight, although I don’t want to get my hopes up too much in case they turn out to be a popcorn fart. I’ve been told though, that they are strong and that I may be drowsy first thing in the morning when I get up and to take care. I’m sure a good strong cup of coffee will take care of that.
I do feel well rested this morning and not so screwy the way I do when I wake up in the middle of the night and I have to drink strong cups of coffee to create an artificial high for myself out of which to write ‘exciting’ posts that never are and of which I only imagine they are. At least I’m not messing around with my moods and I feel even tempered. I’m also no longer under the influence of the old sleeping pill that I took, which I normally am when I get up in the middle of the night and which makes me feel loopy. 
Yesterday was a beautiful day with the most pleasant temperatures and sunshine all day. I rode my bike with only my jacket on and no scarf and I had my jacket unzipped. I probably could have just worn a cardigan over my clothes. Today it’s only going to be just the slightest bit cooler, but I don’t have to go anywhere. 
Today I have to stay home and wait for the package with summer clothes that I ordered on line and that hopefully are going to fit me. I can’t wait to try them on. I ordered them in the new size that I am now, but they are not all the same brand so the sizes may differ. I’ll have to keep my fingers crossed and hope for good luck.
I’m drinking a glass of cold milk now and it tastes very nice. I’m so glad I have groceries in the house again. The Exfactor got them yesterday and it’s a good thing because I was out of a lot of things. Running out of milk is the worst. I really miss that when I don’t have any. I drink lemonade, but it’s not as satisfying. 
I went on the bathroom scale this morning and I haven’t lost any more weight, but that’s not so surprising when you consider that I’ve increased two medications. It’s a surprise that I haven’t gained any weight. My psychiatrist thinks that I decreased my medicines to quickly and that we need to do it much slower from now on once I get ready to reduce them again. He says that we should learn a lesson from this experience. That’s fine with me. He knows best, I’ll do whatever he says. I have complete faith in him. 
I have to take my medicines now and decide if I’m going back to bed for awhile. It’s still early and I have no reason to be up yet. On the other hand, I’m not very tired. 
I hope you’ll all have a good day.
Ciao,
Nora

>Optimism…

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If I didn’t get up in the middle of the night, I would never write a blog post. At least not in the frame of mind I am in now in the beginning of the springtime when the first buds are starting to show on the hedges and the trees and it’s the season in which I start to rapid cycle. The nighttime is when I feel my most sane as opposed to during the day when things are much more tricky and I’m not capable of writing down a sensible word. I tried that yesterday and got absolutely nowhere. 
It’s a good thing that I wake up in the middle of the night and sit here with a cup of coffee and feel so sane. At least I can gather my thoughts together and put down something that’s worth reading when I’m not capable of that during the day. I haven’t figured out yet why that is, but for me is not to know the reason why, I just accept it. It’s probably some chemical process that I don’t understand and that is the result of the combination of the medicines I take and the sleep I’ve had so far. Doubtlessly the silence of the night and the relative safeness of it help too. 
I knew this period of rapid cycling was coming up and I wasn’t far off the mark when I told my psychiatrist that it would happen in March/April. It’s maybe happening a little bit sooner because of the early onset of springtime, but it’s mostly due to the increased hours of daylight and the amount of sunlight. As a result, I’m not that fond of very sunny days when the sun shines in a completely blue sky. I prefer gray and cloudy days with some rain. That’s when I feel most happy. They seem to fit my disposition better. 
It’s going to be sunny for the next couple of days, so I’m not too thrilled about that, although with my increased dose of medication I may do a lot better. It may not bother me as much. I may be less hyper alert and less sensitive. 
All this talk about my moods doesn’t prevent me from writing about other things. I have been keeping track of the national and international news, although I have to say that I’m very sensitive to it now and that it bothers me very much to hear all the negative messages. I worry about what’s happening politically in my own country and I worry about what’s happening in Libya. On top of that Qaddafi’s forces have taken hostage three Dutch soldiers that were trying to rescue a Dutch national and are pretending they were there for evil reasons. I worry about those three soldiers. 
I had to turn off the 8 o’clock newscast last night because I couldn’t take anymore after having watched the news a lot during the day. I saw enough politicians’ faces to last me a lifetime. Somehow they are going to twist and turn to get everything to go their way and it is not to the good of the people. I’m ready for the opposition to do a coup d’etat. As someone at the bottom of the economic ladder, I feel very insecure. This government is very unkind to the little people. It’s a ruthless government and they are capable of anything. I hope it falls apart soon. 
I must think of something happier to write about. I can only think of the animals that bring such joy to my life. Tyke’s fur is growing and he is getting some curls in it again. He is starting to look more like his old self. I think he is generally less cold too. When he is asleep, I whisper very quietly, “He is such a good dog,” and he perks up his head and starts wagging his tail. He is never so sound asleep that he doesn’t hear that.
I’ve switched Gandhi’s food from the store brand kibbles to Gourmet and she likes it very much and seems to barf less often. She’s also less interested in eating Tyke’s food, so something must have been missing in the old kibbles. 
Today is Friday, but I have no idea what sort of a day it is going to be. It all depends on how well my medicines will work. The domestic help is not coming. I have to do some chores and with a little bit of luck I’ll get around to them. 
Have a good day everyone. 
Ciao,
Nora

>Grumpiness…

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I’ve been grumpy since yesterday and I haven’t been able to get over it yet, but then at one point I really stopped trying. I decided to accept that I was grumpy after I had unsuccessfully tried to change my mood. I came to the realization that grumpiness is a natural state of mind too and that I didn’t necessarily need to get over it. It wasn’t really bothering me all that much. It was going to bother other people more than me and I decided not to worry about that. I didn’t need to be in a good mood for somebody else, after all. 
Today I’ve patiently endured the company of the people who were here and I was as polite as I could be, but I was glad when the last one pulled the front door closed behind her and I could be alone. I’d rather sit here and be grumpy by myself than in the company of someone else. When other people are around you have to act friendly and polite, which you are not at all in the mood for being. I only feel like being kind to the dog and the cat and I guess for now that makes me a misanthrope. 
I have no idea when I’m going to get over this grumpiness. Since I’ve decided not to let it bother me, I’m not going to hold my breath. It will disappear whenever it’s ready to. Whenever what’s bothering me has cleared up. It’s not so bad to go through life grumpy. It gives you a whole new perspective on things. It makes you more cynical and honest and those are not bad things to be nowadays. It’s better than walking around with that eternally cheerful outlook like some kind of Pollyanna. 
I think a sense of guilt motivates us to want to try and get into a better mood, but I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel that I owe somebody a better mood. Luckily, I don’t have to share my space with anyone, so I’m off the hook. It would be harder if I lived with someone and had to explain my attitude. I would have to be rude to the person I lived with. Now I can be kind to the dog and the cat and not worry about anyone else. 
I must watch the news and find out what’s happening in Libya. It will make me grumpier probably. And the Oscars, oh god, the Oscars… 
Ciao,
Nora