Friday, 2 September 2016

Fight another Day

Excuse the pun, but already I am getting sick and tired of seeing these 4 walls of my bedroom and of top of that these vivid dreams that I am having is not helping my cause of not being booked into some padded cell.

Last night was practically bad when my brother phoned in the early hours of the morning after being pushed awake by something which woke up him screaming out my name. Weird but by telling me this after some dark dreams does not comfort me in any way.

Is it the medication or is it simply this virus which has being doing the rounds? Whatever it is, it must leave me well alone as I want to live to fight another day or as one of my grandparents used to say, another clean shirt will do me.

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