Last night, my loving, kind, amazingly talented Jazz pianist husband came home to his very wiped out wife. But the real story is that I have insomnia. It isn't a mere occasional sort of rough night. Nope,there are full week long sessions of yours truly not nodding as one should. Last night was the opposite of that as I not only had a Temazepam, but I was dosed with 6mg of Melatonin.
I don't really drink because I am full of medication, and that would make great news but ruin life. I like the whole living thing. Some of my meds make me a bit loopy and others just help in pain management. Drinking doesn't do much for me other than make me cranky or bored.
Since I have so many meds, one thing that started about a year ago - I started having conversations in my sleep. I mean full on conversations and not just sort of words. The words are heard and understood by my husband, who then responded" waiting to see how I would possibly construct a new sentence with "shoes", "Lithiunia", and "oriole" thinking that I sound logical. A lot of the time I am completely asleep but in that phase where I could, if I want, hear TV with my eyes closed. Mike enjoys it.
The newest addition to the insomnia shuffle is that I now walk into different parts of the house, and perform the odd task or two. One time I decided that the milk need to be taken from the fridge and put by the trash cans. Another time I decided the toaster would work perfectly fine if only it were nearer to the television. These are all important decisions, and NEED to be done as I stumble in my sleep. If you see my husband ask him about Indian Medicine, as it will make him laugh, and embarrass me to no end. I am asleep, and doing something. This is all part of the need to be needed, doing important things, making life a series of wise choices rather than foolish moments. And yet, I put the bubble wrap in the bathtub for this is what bubbles do.
The word combinations aside, what seems to be more important to lyrics to me is that comprehension be evident to people other than myself. It annoys me that some folks are so into the idea that they need to be in the upper echelon of cool, that they forget the people listening to them want to be a part of the emotions, get the meanings, feel the words, and own the music inside as well as on the MP3 players. For this reason, I spend a lot of time reworking songs and making sure they don't sound as uppity as my education would make it. I don't want to have someone hear what I'm saying and think " I don't get it". It would be much cooler to have someone say, "you got me". So that's how I work it. I'm sure I'll be awake the next time. What rhymes with Oriole?
I don't really drink because I am full of medication, and that would make great news but ruin life. I like the whole living thing. Some of my meds make me a bit loopy and others just help in pain management. Drinking doesn't do much for me other than make me cranky or bored.
Since I have so many meds, one thing that started about a year ago - I started having conversations in my sleep. I mean full on conversations and not just sort of words. The words are heard and understood by my husband, who then responded" waiting to see how I would possibly construct a new sentence with "shoes", "Lithiunia", and "oriole" thinking that I sound logical. A lot of the time I am completely asleep but in that phase where I could, if I want, hear TV with my eyes closed. Mike enjoys it.
The newest addition to the insomnia shuffle is that I now walk into different parts of the house, and perform the odd task or two. One time I decided that the milk need to be taken from the fridge and put by the trash cans. Another time I decided the toaster would work perfectly fine if only it were nearer to the television. These are all important decisions, and NEED to be done as I stumble in my sleep. If you see my husband ask him about Indian Medicine, as it will make him laugh, and embarrass me to no end. I am asleep, and doing something. This is all part of the need to be needed, doing important things, making life a series of wise choices rather than foolish moments. And yet, I put the bubble wrap in the bathtub for this is what bubbles do.
The word combinations aside, what seems to be more important to lyrics to me is that comprehension be evident to people other than myself. It annoys me that some folks are so into the idea that they need to be in the upper echelon of cool, that they forget the people listening to them want to be a part of the emotions, get the meanings, feel the words, and own the music inside as well as on the MP3 players. For this reason, I spend a lot of time reworking songs and making sure they don't sound as uppity as my education would make it. I don't want to have someone hear what I'm saying and think " I don't get it". It would be much cooler to have someone say, "you got me". So that's how I work it. I'm sure I'll be awake the next time. What rhymes with Oriole?
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