To Sleep, Perchance To Dream – A Revisit

May 18, 2019 2 comments

In my last post I promised an update on my current circumstances, which I’m happy to say are improving. That post is still only part-written, however, and as this one popped up in my Timehop feed today – from four years ago – I thought it worth sharing in the meantime. As you will see, it is in itself a reworking of a 2013 post, but come on – how many of you were following and reading my blog back in 2015, let alone 2013?! I’m hoping that, for most of you, this will be the first time you’ve seen this.

I still have the sleep problems described in the post, and have been advised that the solution I was given for those isn’t helping my current physical illness. I think they call that ‘Catch 22!’

I’ll see you again soon, with the more detailed update I promised you. Take care until then – and beware conflicting medical advice!

Take It Easy

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.” This invites us to write about sleep, which in theory occupies around a third of our lives. I say “in theory” because that assumes a regular 8 hours per night of sleep, which is something I went for many years without. At its worst, three years ago, I was actually referred to a hospital specialist in sleep as I was having such a  problem with it and they feared I may have been suffering from sleep apnoea. Fortunately I wasn’t! I wrote about this in January 2013, describing how I was and some of the things I had tried, in ever-increasing desperation, to find a way to sleep:

SLEEPLESS IN EPPING

Bad idea

When I started this blog it was to share with you my experience of depression, both going through it and getting over it. But as I’ve said…

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It’s STILL A Hard Life

May 5, 2019 Leave a comment

Part Two. Or is it Part Three?

I’m still in recovery mode, and am not yet really feeling up to writing something new. So I thought I’d share a post from this day a year ago, which itself was a reworking and updating of a piece from May 2016. Reading this again, I am struck by how little has changed. The British government is still totally clueless about implementing Brexit, and is demonstrating absolutely no plan to resolve the Irish border issue. Failure to do that could well result in the dismantling of the Good Friday Agreement, plunging Northern Ireland back to the bad days described by Nanci Griffith in the song which gave my original piece its title. And as for the Trump government, please don’t get me started! There is still much in our world today about which we should be fearful.

But maybe, just maybe, there are some hopeful signs. Here in the UK there has been a notable anti-Brexit shift, and a recent opinion survey reported that 61% would now vote against it, given what we know about its negative impacts for our country and for Europe as a whole, not to mention that the Leave campaign has been proven to have been based on lies and criminal behaviour. And in the USA, the youth movement has continued to grow in force, whilst the Democrats have retaken control of the House of Representatives, while the Mueller report indicated a good deal of criminal behaviour by Trump acolytes, no matter how much Numpty tries to spin it otherwise. Small hopes, I know, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a second referendum to finally bury the lunacy of Brexit, and for impeachment and criminal indictments for Trump. The world deserves both of these outcomes.

Take It Easy

Two years ago today I posted a piece which laid out my fears for the way our world was going. This specifically referenced the campaign which was then in full flow towards the UK referendum on membership of the European Union (EU), which took place on 23 June 2016, and the US presidential campaigning, which at that point looked very likely to endorse Donald Trump as the Republican candidate, as indeed happened. Thankfully, election campaigns here only last a month or so, unlike the many months the Americans have to endure – but there’s no guarantee that either of us will come out with a good result, regardless of how long it takes us to get there.

Reading this post again, I was struck by how my worst fears were now coming true. Our referendum became a mass vote of lemmings throwing the country off a cliff, and with only…

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A Man Blogs, Aged 64 and a Half

April 16, 2019 12 comments

As is so often the case, I’ve been prompted to share a previous post by Timehop. This was written a year ago today, and was my response to what I perceived as a growing trend of ageism and sexism in blogging. Reading it again today I recognise that I have made several sweeping generalisations in the post, but I stand by what I said. It’s worth looking through the comments on the post too: they aren’t exactly universally in agreement with me but some very good points are made there. (And for the record, I’m now 65 and a half – just to be sure 😉).

I’m painfully aware that it is more than five weeks since I last posted, and that I left you with a rather plaintive cry about my state of health. For all of those who commented and offered support, I am truly grateful. It is too soon for me to relate the story here, but please be assured that I am receiving excellent healthcare and hope to be back here more often in the not too distant future. I have some major real life things to sort out, too, so don’t expect anything regular from me: I’ll be here when I can!

As ever, thank you for reading. I’ve rather neglected other blogs as well as my own, and need to ease my way back in gently. I’ll try my best to be more active, I promise, but be gentle with me!

Take It Easy

If you look closely towards the bottom of the sidebar on my blog you’ll see a badge for something called ‘Post 40 Bloggers.’ Click on this and it will take you to their site, where you will find a range of posts by people over the age of 40.

A taste of the excellent Post 40 Bloggers site.

They have kindly featured a couple of my posts before, which is why I wear their badge of honour, but in recent weeks they have promoted a number of posts that have got me thinking about whether I should be doing this. I’ve been wondering if there is, in their writers’ eyes, some kind of upper age limit beyond which blogging becomes inappropriate, like an onscreen version of dad dancing. Oh, and it appears that being male is apparently a disadvantage too, as for some reason their featured writers have, by and…

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