Friday at last
Lots of pleasant chats with people during the day, but all through a fog of tiredness. I was discussing the sleep deprivation experiment I was conducting on my self with a writer called Karam, who explained how he'd actually done this himself for seven days and seven nights when he was about 20, after reading about how prisoners of war were able to endure all kinds of unspeakable things. He said that there were two bouts each day where he felt he absolutely had to sleep, but if he ignored this for ten minutes, he was able to carry on. As the days progressed these two bouts increased in intensity. Both laughing at the madness of inflicting this upon yourself.
I decided to leave the agency at a little before two, to visit Mum. Mason was there when I arrived, and I was pleased to see Mum looking a lot brighter than yesterday, which was a relief. If I didn't feel so sorry for all the irritation her nose tube causes her there is something slightly comical about the beaky wad of bandage hanging off the end of her nose with a tube coming out of it, especially when she smiles. Mum has a really nice nurse, who just seems like a lovely person, and is completely proactive in helping. Mum joking with her about having a solid paracetamol, which thus far is the solid she has been allowed to have.
Went for a long cup of tea with Mason, then headed home on what seemed an interminable journey. The end of the week saw me overtired and tetchy, had a swift and bad tempered beer in The Basketmakers with the lovely Lorraine, and then some Chinese food before slouching home to bed.
Lots of pleasant chats with people during the day, but all through a fog of tiredness. I was discussing the sleep deprivation experiment I was conducting on my self with a writer called Karam, who explained how he'd actually done this himself for seven days and seven nights when he was about 20, after reading about how prisoners of war were able to endure all kinds of unspeakable things. He said that there were two bouts each day where he felt he absolutely had to sleep, but if he ignored this for ten minutes, he was able to carry on. As the days progressed these two bouts increased in intensity. Both laughing at the madness of inflicting this upon yourself.
I decided to leave the agency at a little before two, to visit Mum. Mason was there when I arrived, and I was pleased to see Mum looking a lot brighter than yesterday, which was a relief. If I didn't feel so sorry for all the irritation her nose tube causes her there is something slightly comical about the beaky wad of bandage hanging off the end of her nose with a tube coming out of it, especially when she smiles. Mum has a really nice nurse, who just seems like a lovely person, and is completely proactive in helping. Mum joking with her about having a solid paracetamol, which thus far is the solid she has been allowed to have.
Went for a long cup of tea with Mason, then headed home on what seemed an interminable journey. The end of the week saw me overtired and tetchy, had a swift and bad tempered beer in The Basketmakers with the lovely Lorraine, and then some Chinese food before slouching home to bed.
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