I smoked cigarettes for many years. In 2014 after a battle with whooping cough I gave up. People said "do you feel any better?" My answer was no change except the nightmares stopped. It had never crossed my mind that the toxic combination of chemicals in cigarettes was bringing on a nightly horror show.
Last night they came back. Four horrific nightmares one after another destroyed my ability to function. And so I called in sick.
I feel tired, anxious and empty. Overwhelmed? No not really but I do not feel good.
Other than to go out to a few bits, some cash and petrol I've done little all day. I don't plan on venturing out this afternoon.
So what of the coming week? Get back to stability. Get back to work. And get back to being me.
Train strikes aside, yes they are striking again, I should be headed to Kent on Friday. See dad, go to an exhibition and catch up with friends.
Take care out there.
I Heard a Voice.
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