Dreams & Dr Foreskin

The Daily Post prompt for the today is to write about sleep. As it’s one of my favourite pastimes, I thought it would be nice to indulge in some.

I try not to talk about how well I sleep because I don’t want to tempt fate by bragging. It can be a life-changing problem for many who struggle with mental health. When my own depression was in a chronic state, I slept soundly for 16 hours every day, 13 through the night and a further 3hr “coma” in the afternoon.

Around the same time, my GP prescribed the antidepressant, Sertraline, and one of the side effects caused the most vivid dreams imaginable. Different dreams unfolded each night, but all were within the same beautiful seaside village. The familiarity of its layout felt as though it was a second home.

When the GP changed my antidepressants, I was disappointed when the village dreams came to an abrupt halt. Today’s dreams are more like dramatic versions of whatever happens in real life, usually replaying difficult situations. This past week is a perfect example.

I woke up laughing a couple of nights ago… Jack (the dog) didn’t look too pleased, but an embarrassing moment that happened at hospital seemed to be tickling my fancy.

Whenever I’m uptight in busy areas, I don’t listen fully to what people are saying and seldom think before opening my big fat mouth.

I was sitting in the Gastroenterology department feeling on edge for a few short moments before this smartly dressed but rather grumpy Doctor entered the room. ‘Lovely’, I thought, ‘Just what I need, Dr Death shoving tubes down my throat.’

“Good morning, Mr Cat,” he says in an official manner, “My name is Doctor Foreskin.”

I almost choked. It didn’t even cross my mind that I might have just misheard him. With raised eyebrows, I blurted out with a childish little giggle, “Doctor F.o.r.e.s.k.i.n?” Then I beamed bright red for revealing my immaturity.

Doctor Foreskin glanced up from his paperwork solemnly with a look that said, ‘is he taking the piss.’ He cleared his throat and simply said, “Uh-huh.”

Before I left the department, curiosity got the better so I quietly asked the nurse if she could clarify the Doctors name. Turns out, his name’s actually Dr Forsyn, pronounced Fore’sin… you have to admit that they do sound quite similar.

As you may have noticed, I usually post images to match my posts, but I’ll pass this time, I don’t want to look like a dick.

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39 thoughts on “Dreams & Dr Foreskin

  1. Sharon Alison Butt

    🙂 I bet your’e dying to see what comments this brings up. And… it looks like I’m the first. You probably brought back memories for him – childhood bullying. Poor man. Thanks for the laugh though.

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    1. Cat Post author

      I’ll see how it goes when I’m though all the medical stuff, my imagination for fiction is pretty non existent

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  2. Summer Solstice Girl

    Bwahahahahaha too funny. As a non-native English speaker, I have trouble with certain combinations of words, fore being one of them. It seems like i will forever confuse forehead with foreskin

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  4. manyofus1980

    Omg cat this is the best laugh I’ve had in a while! Thanks for the huge gigglefest. Soooo funny! You are quite hilarious if I do say so. X

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    1. Cat Post author

      Pleased you laughed Carol Anne. It seems WP are unwittingly unfollowing some people from blogs. Someone brought it to my attention a few days ago and today I notice that I am no longer following your blog…. so strange, so I am gonna re-follow again, just in case you’re wondering

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  5. edwinasepisodes

    Ha Ha! I enjoyed that! I have a similar sense of humour and would have giggled as well on hearing his name! It was interesting you mentioned vivid dreams on Sertaline. I am on quite a high dose of that and have really vivid dreams, I didn’t realise it was probably due to taking that 🙂

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    1. Cat Post author

      Glad you liked the story, Edwina, I just love the immaturity. Yes, I was on the highest dose of most antidepressants, all with poor results. Sertraline is known for the vivid dreams and I found it to be one of the hardest to come off. SSRI’s are always more severe in withdrawal mode. How long have you been on it?

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        1. Cat Post author

          I went much the same way with it for about 6-7yrs. I didn’t find it helped much, but it’s such a bag of allsorts. Oh I’ve just had a craving for liquorish allsorts… where’s the ice cream van when you need it

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