The 31st & 1st; Gabapentin seems to be giving me the trembles.
The 31st of July. I actually slept until the time I wanted to wake up this morning because I had two Zopiclone. It has made me a bit sleepy all day but I would feel like that anyway if I hadn't slept so it's swings and roundabouts.
I was finishing my coffee this morning when Becky and James came round to say hi and receive Becky's birthday presents that we couldn't give her on the day itself because they were on camp. James is so tanned! Amazing. Whereas Becky just has burnt knees, bless her. She said hello to the kittens, and then they had to go so James could install their new cat flap, and we had to go out to collect my copy of the new Harry Potter book from Waterstones.
After lunch, I watched the first episode of season four of Fringe, then I went up to my bedroom to read Harry Potter without any distractions. I started at about twenty past three and finished it by twenty to six. Yeah, I read fast. I was so glad Christine's seen the play so I could text her with each revelation. It's really good (if you're a fan) and the fact that it's a script didn't really matter because all the imagery is already there in my brain, so I could just envision it all with just the speech and stage directions. I tweeted about reading it and was contacted by someone from Radio WM who wants me to go on the breakfast show between seven and seven thirty tomorrow morning. That's fine; without Zopiclone I'll probably be awake anyway. I have to review it without any spoilers. Difficult. There are a lot of twists, and I have many questions about a major part of the plot but maybe an explanation for that will emerge. I hope so.
The 1st of August.
Five am. Not surprised, the day after Zopiclone is never good. It didn't really matter as I was supposed to be talking on WM about Cursed Child, but then someone phoned to ask if we could push it back to 8.30. I said that was fine and got up to have my breakfast as I was starving. I then got another call at about quarter to nine saying sorry and it would now be on drivetime between four and seven, and her news editor would call me to let me know what time. Nobody has; methinks they killed the item. Whatever.
Once they'd phoned for the second time this morning, I knew I could get in the shower and washed my hair without any staining of my neck this time. When I came down, Oscar was in the garden climbing a tree to investigate a nest so I went to take lots of pictures, but when I got back to the house, I was so out of breath, it surprised me. Going up to three gabapentin must have started to affect my breathing (we've checked the leaflet and it does do that).
I spent my afternoon watching Mr. Robot and crocheting the flowerpot kitty. I wanted to watch it before, but didn't want to pay for Amazon Prime just for that, but now it's on the Universal channel (didn't know that was a thing) so I saw the first two episodes and finished the little cat.
I've also been doing a lot of deleting stuff from my phone to free up space - I've gone from 6GB to 9.2 free. Progress. I suspect I may have to delete some podcasts which I really don't want to do.
Gabapentin seems to be giving me the trembles too. Agh.
