So, I ran out of my medications (for depression and anxiety) yesterday. I went to the pharamacist to refill my quota, but I found the shop closed – it was Independence Day. So, I came back home and was worried about me having difficulties falling asleep.
I took precautionary measures – had an early meal, took an extra antihistamine pill other than the one that I take for my chronic urticaria, poured myself a couple of drinks of whiskey and sipped them while watching back-to-back episodes of Battlestar Galactica (which, by the way, is simply amazing).
This was only interrupted by an intermittent, exchange of romantic notes (over e-mails) with a wonderful man that I had met on SilverDaddies.com. I couldn’t really fall asleep despite it all.
At 2.30 am, I stopped watching BattleStar Galactica, switched on some music, and tried to sleep. Soon, I drifted on to a shallow sleep cycle, marred by dreams/nightmares – the music still helped.
At 6.15 am, I woke up to the wonderful sounds of birds chirping. This was the first time that I had heard that in months – or even more – the last time I heard that, I woke up next to a wonderful man in a beautiful apartment near Pali hill in Bandra.
I want to do this more. I want to wake up more frequently to the bird’s chirping. Will I be able to?