Since my intrepid spouse turned 42 on Tuesday, I decided to wait until late that night to take my pills. I slept for 40 of the last 48 hours.
It was a weird kind of drug-induced sleep where you occasionally wake up part way and the dog’s butt is in your face. Or you wake up and realise that the TV has been on this whole time and for some reason you are polluting your sleep with infomercials.
I jolted awake at one point with the clearest thought in the world.
“You are wasting your life.”
I felt like I should hop out of bed and build an orphanage or find a cure for cancer. Then when I could barely make it to the bathroom I realised that there would be no cures or orphanages from me in the foreseeable future.
So now I’ve just got to find a way to not waste my life while still dealing with these new parameters. Should be interesting.