Good Enough to Eat

So amid my insomnia last night, were brief, 5-10 minute spurts of what may have resembled sleep.

I know their length due to obsessive clock watching when I couldn't sleep.

During one of these brief sleep periods, I had a dream.

This dream was about Sarah. She and I were in the kitchen, and I told her I just wanted to make her happy and see her smile. She replied that she was hungry. In response to this, I opened up my ribcage (which seemed to have grown a door), and handed her my still beating heart. She put it in the frying pan, which immediately began to sizzle and pop. After it was browned, still beating, pumping life blood into the pan, she stuck it with a fork, and noticed a burned spot. She threw it in the garbage saying it was no good now.

Take from that what you will, she laughed to hear it. I was perturbed by it. Who knows.

What I do know, is I'm not at work, and I should be. My doctor gave me a note to miss work today due to detox from tridural.

Apparently anything more then 48hrs on the stuff can cause minor detox when coming off of it. So he told me to take today, and deal with the nausea, dizziness, etc that is sure to come from it, and to return to work tomorrow.

On a somewhat brighter note... I have in my pocket a prescription for oxycotin. This will be filled today, or on the weekend. 100 pills. Just to see how they work.

Nothing else to report. This insomniac is going back to bed in hopes of another hour or so of sleep. Waking up at 8:30 after maybe falling asleep at 6am is not enough time to be asleep (especially when I woke up no less then five times in the interim).

Stay Safe,

The Zodiak.