Daily Prompt: Being Foggy

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Is foggy a state of the weather, or a state of the mind? Sleep is a wonderful thing. You close your eyes and drift into oblivion, at least that is the idea of it all. My life is gradually becoming composed of alarms and warning signals, in case I forget and one of the things I am beginning to forget is to wake up. It never used to be like that. I tossed and turned like we all do now and again. Sleeping at night is normal, a fool’s game. We all go to bed at one point between dusk and dawn, whether we sleep is a question of how foggy your brain becomes.

I hate falling asleep in front of the TV in the evening, life is too short to sleep it away and so the midday sleep was integrated into my time table. I was a working woman all my life until the powers that be decided I was too old, young blood was necessary and I probably did not look so good when visitors arrrived at the office. They wanted to see young and lovely and not old and grey I assume. At least when I walked out on my last day, the average age sank by about 20 years in the office. I longed for a midday sleep after lunch, but I returned to the office and propped myself up at my desk and bravely managed to keep my eyes open for an hour until the crisis passed. Talking to Mr. Swiss about this working sleep syndrome, he confirmed his also suffered from these symptoms.

When I was relegated to the senior citizens club, Mr. Swiss had already joined, so he had already designed his after dinner sleep. At first I refused. I might be retired and they might shoot horses, but not me. After a couple of months I surrended to a midday sleep. My Swiss had already adopted the settee for this, so I was only left with a bed. I was always a believer in going the whole hog, and not just half way, so I disappeared into the bed after lunch.

In the meanwhile I have been diagnosed with MS and fatigue is a symptom. I was a late diagnosis and had probably been living with the disease for at least 30-40 years until it was a proven fact through various medical examinations.

After 8 years of retirement I now have my daily routine mapped out. However, this after lunch sleeping session was slowly becoming a coma like condition. In the morning I have no problem of waking, but after lunch it was becoming dangerous. I have one of those wonder iPhones that govern my life and they have so many different tones for an alarm. In the morning I am awakened by birdsong on two iPads and the iPhone. Sleeping after lunch was becoming a dangerous thing when I now and again slept for almost 3 hours. I was sleeping my life away, living in a permanent brain fog and I was happy in this state of brain fog.

Eventually we both realised that this could not continue and now I have a new alarm after lunch, barking dogs. Now if you have your iPhone on the top volume and hear dogs barking, you wake up: even my cat disappears to a dark corner until I switch it off, but it works. If someone calls me on my phone (we do not have a landline) the animal farm is complete because ducks begin to quack. The first time someone called me I began to search outside to see if there were ducks in the garden.

Of course I could tell you about my survival against the London smogs of the fifties, walking home from school parting the thick clouds of yellow with my hand using my homing sense to reach home. I could tell you about sneezing into a handkerchief afterwards and finding traces of black soot on the handerchief, deposits of the smog, but I survived.

Today I just have to remember to wake up after a sleep, but thanks to the modern telephone devices I can do it. I have even discovered a timer for the little things in between, like not forgetting to switch on the washing machine, or boiling eggs. Who needs fog today when you have a smartphone.

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Daily Prompt: Being Foggy

Good Morning

Back Garden

When you see a builder dressed in his working clothes walk past your garden you know that the long week-end of peace is over and they are back. Although the peace was not so peaceful yesterday, being the national fireworks day of Switzerland. Tabby spent most of the evening under the settee, or seeking comfort with the humans. However, felines have short memories and in the early hours of the morning she ventured outside.

No. 1 son decided to go into town yesterday evening to watch the firework display. We forgot he had gone and of course locked the front door and left the key in the lock. In the early morning hours he returned and could not enter, so he had to ring the doorbell, waking us both. Luckily I was awake first of all but am not exactly speedy Gonzales by the time I can move myself, but Mr. Swiss heard it as well. Usually we make sure that the key is not in the lock, but as yesterday was an exceptional situation of going out in the middle of the week and we forgot.

I went to bed with bangs as a background noise, but somehow it did not disturb my sleep. My hollyhocks are flowering nicely. They began as seeds from a yellow hollyhock that has gone for some time, and now return annually with a slight pink tinge at the edges. As soon as the dreaded building purge is over I have some seeds to replace those that they trampled to death when they were building the scaffolding.

Mr. Swiss was bird watching again. He said there were three crows sitting on the roof opposite and one of them was giving the other two a clean up by pecking around in their feathers. Oh, the excitement of life in the country. The neighbour’s boy is at the moment making a wonderful imitation of a police car which makes us think, perhaps it is not so bad having your grandkids at a distance.

And now to organise my yesterday daily prompts for the grid which was not working. It seems that WordPress had forgotten how to alter the name of the month on their software, and so we were all locked out in the cold.

And now to make decisions as today we have an appiontment at the supermarket for buying food. I should really get out again for a walk, but the week has been busy for a golden oldie and my left leg has not been doing what it should. It can only get better, I hope.

See you around, I hope to be back have a nice day.

Tansy 31.07.2017