Being in hospital, being on anesthetic and sedation, made me reassess my sleepwalking habits.
Often they come back to me as a dream may during the day, a random synapse firing makes me recall opening doors, turning lights on or off, cats and rooms that are just routes on a mission.
When they took me into hospital, I warned the nurses, identified that my night time habits are made worse by stress and medication.
Bearing in mind my sleepwalking is usually my unconscious or subconscious mind "foraging" for what my conscious mind denies it, being in hospital and being nil by mouth makes me extra vulnerable.
I'm delighted to say, having a drip (whom I named "Fred"), had no effect whatsoever on my sonambulic habits. Fred came with me for a walk on the ward, to the charming bathroom (not the Ritz) and then into two other bays before giggling nurses returned me to my bed.
My recollection is mainly fabricated but I have a faint memory of seeing the nurses leaning over their station watching me and giggling.
Another thing I did do in hospital was consume all the nice chocolates from a box of roses. I don't like fruit or sloppy chocolate - just solids and toffee. And lo, it seems I can locate them in my sleep.
Yes. Well.
- Curious?
- Some of the random, the obscure and the surreal stories from my life, largely around Pica, Insomi-consumption and Cats. Just plain Disconcerted.
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