9 years 8 months Ill |Physical: Adv CBD / Mental : Adv CBD
It’s week 2 of my new medication.
From 1 tablet a day last week ( that’s over and above all the others), I now have to take three a day!
And now I’m flying again.
This morning at 4am, I experienced more side effects. A guy wearing a balaclava put his hand over my mouth and tried to smother me. I screamed! I screamed so loudly that Pera came running through from her bedroom. In the process, I had knocked over my glass of water and the reading lamp. I could have electrocuted myself!
Well, some of this happened and some not!
Lesson no 1 of the new meds: push back the pedastals next to the bed (at least until I’ve acclimatized to the increased dosage).
All very dramatic and very different to our quiet walk along the beach front on Sunday morning.
We haven’t done that in a long while.
The morning was crisp. The sea was flat.There was not a breath of wind. The sun was just edging from behind the wispy clouds.
There were yachts out, canoes, walkers, runners, kids, the elderly – all doing their thing …
In me, the pills were doing their thing, and I was flying – despite the serenity of the occasion. On the positive side, I had not experienced any spasms since Saturday. And I had laid in for a while on Sunday morning, savouring that moment. On the negative side, I was seeing the world through the haziness of my meds again. I guess, you’ve got to take the good with the bad!
We walked from Hobie Beach to Something Good and back. Then a latte at Bluewaters cafe.
We need to do this more often.
Tonight is the Thomson retirement function at the Old Grey Club. Forty years for Tommo and thirty years for Pam. I’m looking forward to that and all the old (yes both meanings!) familiar faces.
Fly me to the moon …