Tag: Sleep deprivation

Well, here we are again

So much for the sleeping well then.

As I write this I’m lay flat on my back in a hospital bed, at exactly midnight too, listening to a bit of Fleetwood Mac, who always sound amazing on headphones, but I need beter ones, and I’m awaiting a visit from the spinal team. What’s that you say? Spinal team? Why Dan, whatever has happened? Well, what hasn’t happened, and it’s not even the end yet.

I haven’t felt like writing or even doing anything for quite a while due to the fact that I finally admitted to myself, and sought help for my depression. Events of my past 18 months have been hell and there is still more to come. I’ve had depression since my teens but always managed it myself, I just couldn’t do that anymore and, after a breakdown, I finally sought professional help back in April. I was given medication and mostly slept and cried. Not a month later and I was diagnosed with Sciatica, an umbrella term for a few symptoms, this has been getting progressively worse, even with pain relief and Osteopth visits. So that leads me to tonight. After not listening to my body, I stupidly went back to work too early and have put myself in hospital with the prospect of surgery ahead of me. I have a slipped disc, and anyone that’s ever had it will feel my pain, but I’ve never felt pain like it! No amount of pain relief was getting rid of it, so, my mother in law took control and took me to A&E where I had the scan to confirm the slipped disc and the fact it is pressing on the nerves that control my bladder and making my leg numb. I’m awaiting to see if I will need surgery to remove or ‘shave’ the disc, or they can do it with intense physio. Physio would be the best bet, limits the chance of further damage, but the fact it’s pressing on my bladder nerve is a worry as it could make me incontinent if not relieved soon. So as you can imagine, the pain and the worry has brought me to tonight and being unable to sleep. I have a million things on my mind, not all pain related, some just weird like how can I need a hair cut already and I only had it done two weeks ago, and I just want to sleep. So I will bid you adeu for now and who knows. I could be posting something again soon, or maybe not…

Sleep well


P.S doesn’t music sound better in headphones, no matter how crappy they are.

It’s been a while

It’s been a while

It has indeed. I have actually been sleeping well for the last few weeks, which really is something. I mean I’m glad of the sleep, just means I have nothing interesting to write down. Well, that all changed tonight.

So a bit of background first, I’m on some pretty strong pain killers at the mo for relentless fucking toothache and a back in spasm, two separate lots in fact, so together they’re making me think all kinds of weird things at ungodly hours as well as making me itch like a mofo all the bloody time. Now they do normally make me sleep to be honest, but not tonight. Tonight my brain went into a bit of overdrive. I was thinking I quite wanted to pick Street photography back up, y’know which is quite normal, then I realised our computer is knackered that has photoshop on it, so I’ve been looking up photoshop CC for the year and seeing how cheap I could get it, might be worth it if I do do more photography, then I remembered I’ve still got a fuck ton of unedited photos on the knackered computer that I need to do, but said computer is currently disconnected so the wife can use duel screen when working from home. So now I’m thinking can I attach my laptop to it and grab my photos off their that way, of this I’m still not sure…

So after looking up these random things, I tell myself, Dan go to sleep, so I puts the phone down and closed my eyes. But do you know what then popped into my head? No? Have a guess, go on. You’ll never get it.

Ginger Spiced Lattes for dinosaurs 

Yup, you read that right, Ginger Spiced lattes for dinosaurs. What the fuck? What the fuck is that? Why? Why the fuck would a dinosaur want a latte? A ginger Spiced one at that? How would it even drink them? It’s not like a t-rex is gonna be able to reach its mouth with its tiny arms, and when did dinosaurs become basic white girls? I could see it in my head, these dinosaurs lining up in Starbucks, a stegosauros there at the front paying for his flat white, a Pterodactyl in there flapping it’s wings blowing everything over and annoying all the other dinosaurs, a couple of diplodocus chatting away after a shopping trip with their green teas. What the fuck Dan? Seriously? This is the shit keeping me awake at night. Why? Why would my brain think that shit up? Is it the drugs? I mean they’re strong, but I’m compus mentus on em, so it can’t be that. I get the feeling this is something I would have been thinking about anyway, and that kind of worries me, that I was thinking of the logistics of fitting these dinosaurs in the shop and how they would drink. (T-rex’s had long straws I decided) I mean, is it an idea for a TV show, coz I think that got done years ago when I was a kid. Does it mean I want a coffee? I don’t understand! So I had to just get it down in black and white, otherwise it’d keep me awake the whole fucking night, and well, that’s just not good. So I’ll leave you with that thought and hopefully my brain will shut down now and I can get some bastard sleep. Anyway…

Sleep Well


She’s not even real Insomniac.

So, good going Dan, you start a blog about insomnia and your thoughts at stupid o’clock and you go and have probably one of the best weeks sleep in years. Good job, well done ya weirdo.

So due to the abundance of sleep this week, I don’t really have any unusual, sleep deprived idiotic thoughts, my questions have been answered by Google and my thoughts haven’t run away with me. Im such a let down. So let’s talk about me being visited by dead people in my sleep instead, because, well why not. That’s what this is for, to organise my thoughts really. See what ya think anyway.

So this week, I had dreams about dead people. Not random dead people, coz , y’know,that’s just weird, I mean people I know.

 First up was a guy I used to work with. He died a little over a year ago and in my dream, I was at my work station, minding my own business, when he was being shown around by one of my supervisors, only it wasn’t him in my dream, it was his brother, who is  the spitting image of him. So even in my dream world, I knew this guy was dead, but I collapsed in the dream at the shock of seeing him, because dream me couldn’t believe it either. Why would ot be his bro n a dream, why not him? Any things possible in a dream, why send your brother who I’ve never even met? And I could swear in my dream/half consciousness I could hear his voice as he had a very distinct Caribbean accent and way of saying my name. So that was a little odd, then on Valentine’s morning, 3:15 am I wake in a cold sweat, no reason for it, was perfectly warm and feeling just fine, when boom, awake, cold and sweating. I didn’t think anything of it again and went back to sleep. It wasn’t until talking with my mother in the morning that I realised that it was the anniversary of my Nana’s death, at that exact time. My nana clearly wanted me to remember her, and obviously scare the shit out of me. What’s that about Nana? So clearly the dead are trying to tell me something, just not sure what yet…

See, so nothing interesting. Maybe I’ll have to end this blog before its even started if I’m now able to bloody sleep. Or maybe that’s it?! Now I’m writing my thoughts down, they’re not playing on my mind and keeping me awake. Damnit! Must try harder not to sleep and have insomnia induced madness to entertain you with.

Anyhoo, as I seem to be doing OK this week with it, I shall bid you a good night. 

Sleep Well



‘Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday nights alright!’

That has been going round my head ALL day. And now it’s just took me 10 minutes to copy and paste the word Saturday on my bloody phone. That was after I spent 5minutes counting how many Saturdays it should be in the song. Thanks Elton. Why do songs even stick in our heads anyway?

Anyhoo, Hello! Welcome to my blog! My wife was getting annoyed with me waking her up at ridiculous times with stupid questions, so what better way to clear my head than put it all on the Internet! Yay, great idea that is..

So what can you expect from this blog? Well, more of the above for a start, songs are often stuck in my head and now they will be in yours once you read this, I bet you sang that first paragraph didn’t you? And now you can’t stop. Welcome to my world. It gets weird sometimes and I’m often surprised myself.  I don’t seem to sleep much sometimes, and it’s not through lack of trying, because lord knows I’m tired, but sleep evades me, like a becconing mistress, only to be cruelly ripped away as I am in touching distance.

I mainly have unanswered questions that I just can’t be bothered to Google and the occasional rant that is often an argument in my own head, least now somebody might help me answer some of my burning thoughts. Or just sing along with me when I have a song in my head.

So if you don’t mind,I’ll tell you guys all about the things I’m thinking now and then.

Sleep well!


(Oh look, it’s midnight too! Won’t always be but ‘the witterings of an insomniac between the hours of 12 and 5’ doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Night all! 💤)