Last week it seemed as though insomnia was beaten and I could look forward to life without tiredness. Wake-up time was heading past 6 o'clock and all seemed well. Shame it didn't turn out that way.
So I'm back to waking up around four o'clock. It's been four nights in a row now, since Friday. Amitryptiline doesn't seem to touch it just at the moment and I hate the spaced feeling from Zopiclone, but I may just have to put up with it.
Left alone in the dark with only my gender issues for company, not a good place to be. I have three choices, keep my wife awake with my restlessness, try to read something and fall asleep, or get up and waste some time on the PC. I've settled on reading, as the most comfortable. Kathy Reichs is an author I've only recently discovered, plenty of back catalogue to get through. Her heroine is like Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote, everywhere she goes, people meet untimely and violent ends. The moody cop character should figure out that she's the common thread in all these crimes and lock her up.
It's upsetting, not being able to deal with insomnia. I have that terrible feeling again of being on a slow but steady descent into a world beyond my control, and I don't like it. Screwing up my own life is one thing, doing the same for my wife is unacceptable.
I am however pleased to notice the earlier dawn as the season changes. Within a few weeks even with daylight saving it'll be light not long after I wake up. My city can be very beautiful in the early morning and I should take full advantage of the opportunity to see it.