Unless you were born in a test tube, you have a mother. By and large they’re in a class of their. Not everyone has a great relationship with their mother, so I consider myself fortunate and indeed blessed that my mother an I get on well.
So when a 70-year-old woman tells her 46-year-old son that he should spend less time surfing the net and drinking copious amounts of coffee, and more time looking after his health and getting proper sleep, you know he should really listen. After all, if your mother can’t have your best interests at heart, who can?
Posted in 100 Days, 100 Words, Blogging, health
Tagged blogging, Coffee, Families, Family, Insomnia, internet, Sleep, TestTube
Don't say you haven't been warned.
Caution: this blog contains flashing images, scenes of a violent nature, strong language and some sequences during which you might consider popping out and making a cup of tea or coffee.
Moderate reading of this and other posts is recommended: no more than five units a week if you’re a male, three if you’re female, seven if you’ve got more than two legs, none if you’re a fish. If you’re a fictional character, knock yourself out. Dosages exceeding those which have been laid down in stone may result in memory loss, insomnia, acne, manic behaviour and, of course, memory loss.
I remember a time when it was a badge of honour to stay up all night without sleeping. I wrote all night many a time, thinking that the wee small hours of the morning would bring out the best in me. Coffee kept me company as I plowed through my manuscripts.
Now I want my sleep to return. I want to come home from work on a Saturday night, switch off and go asleep. But I can’t, and I know why.
Coffee is my constant companion from morning ’til night. I should know better but don’t know when to stop.