Unpleasant Monday

I had an incredibly bad sleep. I got myself to bed ahead of ten but then the neighbour decided that a movie was necessary and that full cinematic sound would be appropriate. I quickly grabbed my phone and headed to the guest room. I passed out immediately and was asleep for a deep three hours until about half twelve when I had a new experience. I started to feel some dread and was suddenly conscious of whatever dream I was having and it felt like I was choking. I woke up quickly and started coughing. My mouth had some hot, bile type fluid in it and I was almost choking on it. It hurt my throat and I was very scared, not knowing what the hell was happening. I went to the bathroom and drank a lot of cold water but nothing soothed my throat. Once my brain started to work I realized that I’d just experienced my first ever bout of acid reflux. I’ve had heartburn a few times but generally it has been quite mild. This was something other than that. I chewed two Tums tablets and climbed into my own bed. It was about 1am by the time I felt more comfortable. But I was fully awake at this point and not sleepy in the least. I tried my usual moves but nothing helped. Eventually I put on YouTube on very low volume intending to lull my brain to sleep. This worked but it was a lot closer to five in the morning when it did. I slept soundly once I found sleep and didn’t wake until eight. I had to scramble at that point to make sure I was ready for work. Within minutes I was cleaned up and dressed. I decided that I should eat something to help wipe the gross Tums taste out of my system but didn’t have time to make my usual fare. I recalled a special purchase I’d made during the shop and had to go down to the cold storage room to fetch the toaster from it’s slumber. I had got some blueberry Eggos when I saw them in the store and was overwhelmed by nostalgia. I had been thinking about the syrup in my fridge door that was getting older and what I could do with it and when I saw the shining yellow box it all clicked for me. That and nostalgia can be a very powerful inspiration. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep but I like to picture it personified as a powerful wizard called Nostalgia who whipsers in our ears to make foolish decisions. Or at least ones that we’d never made on our own. Foolish or not we are generally rewarded with some much needed chemical rewards when we follow the advice.

The morning of work was very much uneventful, just meetings and calls galore. More problems arising than solutions going out. A recipe for a frantic spring. So at the midday point I was ready for sustenance. My innards were awakened and happy with my early offering. I decided that after my scare the night before I should mix in a salad. Luckily, I’d bought one of the kits and made a small southwest style salad in a big bowl. It was decent but I’ve never loved salad. Work came on again after that, I had steady calls through the afternoon and wasn’t able to tie up some of the loose ends I thought I’d get wrapped up. Then I got some action items on a later call that I’ll struggle to complete this week. All in all it was a busy day made harsher by the weird night spent awake. I was hesitant about dinner and feared that anything I picked would potentially harm me. I had some All Dressed Crispers and then enjoyed a small meal of Campbell’s vegetable soup. The rest of the evening was spent double checking my fantasy hockey lineup and worrying about how I would do my 2020 investments to avoid a hefty tax bill. I fell asleep readily before ten.