Why is it than when you can’t sleep you are never kept awake by really happy thoughts?
Perhaps kids are ?
I’m not. I think of my pre accident life. Lots of skiing, in particular, then a whole variety of active stuff. Running down sand dunes just now, sky diving after that.
They aren’t helpful thoughts for a fella who can’t even sit up my himself now, but short of having a brain transplant, how can I stop the memories teasing me?
They are fond memories, but are laced with sadness.
Then the prospect of 5 months in America again, in ‘solitary’…. That’s a recurring one. I’m going to miss a lot of people, most of all Lily and Amber.
I try not to imagine how that’s going to feel.