I'm off to see the doctors tomorrow to get sleeping pill advice. I never sleep on planes. Never. Ever. No matter how long the flight or how exhausted I am. My eyes resemble sore, dry, pickled eggs after a long flight. So this time, I'm wimping out. I want some drugs! Also there is a chance I may be sharing a room with my mum occasionally (on the trip) and believe me, she snores like a fog horn. I'm not kidding when I say it is a form of torture. As a child, at night, sometimes after a bad dream I would crawl into mum and dad's bed for some warm comfort, only to have to climb out and back in to my own cold bed because of the snoring. A snore chorus in stereo!
So drugs will be required. I'll get some doctorly recommendations about the hard stuff v natural stuff and decide what i need.
Meantime, I'm (meant to be) working. Hopefully my coffee will kick in in a minute and I'll feel the Tuesdayitus fog clearing from my brain. I really could have just stayed in my cosy warm bed this morning.
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