The People's Democratic Republic of Insomnia

"It's just laser beams and power chords--there's no plot at all."

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Rumors of my Demise...

...are greatly exaggerated.

It's early morning and I'm waking up before I go to work.  I was not expecting to be awake this early, but whatever.  I stumbled across this blog and felt the need to update, but once again I can't think of anything to say.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Rolling over to days for an upcoming fishing trip...I was dead tired at 10 PM, went to bed, woke up ABSOLUTELY sure my college roommate had died.  Realized that I had no way of knowing this, no one had told me, etc.  Checked social media (which is how the old crew communicates these days) and nothing had been posted.  Sent him a message.  He's doing fine.

Reminds me of when I was getting rebound dreams near the end of (or perhaps just after) residency.  I'd wake up quite sure that something had happened, usually something weird, and eventually realize (or independently confirm) that there was no way it could have happened.  Irritating.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Just realized I haven't dreamt in quite some time.  On a related note, my weight loss has stopped.  I wonder if sleep deprivation is at the root of both issues?

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Had another dream; in this one I was doing a fecal disimpaction.  It went badly, but that didn't seem to bother me.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

To Sleep; Perchance to Dream

I hardly ever dream.  I used to think that I just hardly ever remember my dreams.  They say everyone dreams, just some folks don't remember their dreams on waking.  Well, I had a sleep study done (not because of the dreams, because of my snoring) and found out that I never actually enter REM sleep because I don't sleep deeply enough (see above snoring).  Well, I had surgery done to help with the snoring, and started taking meds to help with the sleeping, and now I dream.  Once in a while.

Last night's dream was remarkable for a couple of reasons.  One, because I had/remembered it.  Two, because it was odd.  My best friend had gotten a tongue piercing (this is not something that would EVER happen, but it was not odd in the dream).  It was giving him some problems, so I offered to remove it for him...the most logical way to do this was by cutting the post of the piercing with a Leatherman...I used the wire cutter tool.  Unfortunately, the tongue in question got caught in the handle of the tool and I lacerated it very badly.  So I took the tongue out, and was trying to sew it up, but I was very busy and kept getting interrupted and couldn't do it.  The dream ended there.  It was particularly odd because it wasn't disturbing.  I mean, I've just amputated my best friend's tongue and nobody's upset about it.

My subconscious is weird.   It's probably good that it doesn't talk to me very often.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

On Efficiency

I'm listening to Henry Rollins talk about how, as he matures as a writer, he strives to have more effect with fewer words.  It's an interesting idea, but I don't know if, in literature, it's *necessarily* a good one.  One the one hand, if you really need to get something done it makes sense to do it as quickly and cleanly as possible.  On the other hand, sometimes it's less about the product than the process.

In other words, the destination is less important than the journey.

The telling of a good tale...that's something worthy.

Saturday, August 29, 2015


Is this thing still on?