I think I have Post Traumatic Tree Disorder.
I was up all Monday night. Between not feeling well, the two cats chasing mice, and dogs kicking me, it was impossible to sleep. Finally, around 7 AM yesterday (after finishing Ron's Chappell's book Navajo Autumn) I decided to try to catch a few. Do you know that place where you're not awake, but not asleep? You're aslake. I love being aslake. Suddenly, a tree came flying at me with a crash and hit me smack on the head with a bang! I awoke and jumped! Well, as best a 63 year old man with a full neck brace can jump. I twitched!
That scared the crap out of me. It was real, like it was happening all over again. I was in a cold sweat, and my heart was pounding. That kind of a dream hasn't happened in the month since the accident.
I got up, putzed on Al Gore's internets, and laid back down. I was awake... aslake... asleep... oh look, a butterfly... .WHAM! There's that damn tree again!
All day yesterday, every time I tried to get to sleep, I'd get smacked by that tree. I didn't get much sleep.
It's midnight. I suppose I really should try to get some shuteye. I've been playing on Facebook for awhile and had to chuckle when my friend Rosemary posted this on my timeline...
I don't know if you remember, but while I was at Albany Medical Center, I had teams of doctors come in to see me. I was seriously hurt, with a broken neck and a concussion. Many asked if I had a headache.
"No, why? Should I?"
They looked at me with amazement. Maybe I should point to the tree and say "Oh oh oh oh oh.... oh look! Toothpicks!"
I was up all Monday night. Between not feeling well, the two cats chasing mice, and dogs kicking me, it was impossible to sleep. Finally, around 7 AM yesterday (after finishing Ron's Chappell's book Navajo Autumn) I decided to try to catch a few. Do you know that place where you're not awake, but not asleep? You're aslake. I love being aslake. Suddenly, a tree came flying at me with a crash and hit me smack on the head with a bang! I awoke and jumped! Well, as best a 63 year old man with a full neck brace can jump. I twitched!
That scared the crap out of me. It was real, like it was happening all over again. I was in a cold sweat, and my heart was pounding. That kind of a dream hasn't happened in the month since the accident.
I got up, putzed on Al Gore's internets, and laid back down. I was awake... aslake... asleep... oh look, a butterfly... .WHAM! There's that damn tree again!
All day yesterday, every time I tried to get to sleep, I'd get smacked by that tree. I didn't get much sleep.
It's midnight. I suppose I really should try to get some shuteye. I've been playing on Facebook for awhile and had to chuckle when my friend Rosemary posted this on my timeline...
I don't know if you remember, but while I was at Albany Medical Center, I had teams of doctors come in to see me. I was seriously hurt, with a broken neck and a concussion. Many asked if I had a headache.
"No, why? Should I?"
They looked at me with amazement. Maybe I should point to the tree and say "Oh oh oh oh oh.... oh look! Toothpicks!"
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