I’m the wrong person to be handling my treatment. Somehow I lost a day. I thought this was Friday and I could still go to Penna to get another appointment. But it’s Saturday. OK, I know I slept 15 hours yesterday but how did I lose a day. Oh…
I’m the wrong person to be handling my treatment. Somehow I lost a day. I thought this was Friday and I could still go to Penna to get another appointment. But it’s Saturday. OK, I know I slept 15 hours yesterday but how did I lose a day. Oh…
Oh yes Rick….this happens to me too. Don’t worry about it. My sleep cycle is all screwed up. I often get deep sleep at noon or five PM. Yesterday I slept from 5-7 PM. I woke up and saw a note from my sister that she had gone to the market. I thought it was 7 AM and that I had slept 12 hours. You’re very correct about the low level anxiety that gay men have. I wonder if some form of this has been going on since Walt W. was hanging out in 1860 NY city? I read that there were gay friendly bars/coffee houses in NY in the 1860s. One could lounge around the wood stove in the back and meet new friends. Thanks Rick for your comments and replies. [ 7 AM here.]
Happens to me, too. In fact, it seems *normal* now. I have a friend in NYC who always mocks my sleep habits. Alas, I often swallow a handful of pills at the appointed time, too, and then immediately can’t recall if I took them or not. So I am always thinking about how I seem incapable of taking care of myself. Probably the result of living alone — even though that’s something I have chosen.
The other day I discovered that the glass I used for tea had disappeared. I thought, now who would steal a glass? (My door has no lock.) Turns out I’d put on water for tea, leaving the glass in the shared kitchen, forgot about it, Later that night, one of the other residents of the flophouse came out with my glass, asked if it was mine and told me what I’d done. I had no memory of doing that and can’t even recall which night/morning it was.