gawd… if i could tell that damn mr sandman character to back the
hell off and stop giving me dreams i would.  part of the
“management” regime of my heart trouble has been the issuing of
verapamil, a drug of some kind that helps the old ticker
maintain a regular rhythm. it’s a good thing, as i discovered
last weekend when i had to stop taking it for a two days, and
collect a big bottle of wee. i was reduced to lying on the couch
and reading, ensuring the whole time that i was doing these
breathing exercises to calm the heart. the wee collection was to
test if i am actually having my head flooded with adrenaline
each time the heart ramps up past normal.  anyhow, enough
medical talk. while i appreciate the control the drugs are
giving, they are having a number of small side effects, all of
which centre on sleep.  i’ve always been a light sleeper, and
the drugs haven’t effected that, but they do sometimes result in
slight insomnia. meaning that on days like today i can go to bed
at a respectable hour, but will wa