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.
🙂 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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Lol Sharon I was wondering how people might respond, but everyone has taken it in good humour. Thanks 🙂
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Yes, I agree with Sharon, thanks for the laugh and I’m sure he is use to it (poor guy). I was going to say, if it looks like a dick and talks like a dick, then its a dick. LOL!
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… then he was a dick lol. I’m not sure he heard me say foreskin, he probably also misheard me
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BTW, are you ever going to write another story for the challenge you talked me into starting? lol
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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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i’d have laughed too.
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🙂 thanks Kat
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Hilarious! Both the story and how you told it!
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Thank you, Lola, glad you liked it 🙂
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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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Lol I can imagine you saying someone’s foreskin is sweating! Thank you 🙂
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Once I said my foreskin was irritated and I couldn’t understand why they were shaking their heads and laughing…
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🙂 funny
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Cheers Victoria 🙂
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Cheers, my friend. 🙂
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LOL! 🙂
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🙂 glad you laughed!
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Poor Doctor… 😀
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🙂 I’m sure he’s heard it all before
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From experience, I can say that we have. 🙂
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Lol! D
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🙂
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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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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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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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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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I have been on it for 3 years. I started on 40mg but it has steadily gone up and is now 150mg,
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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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ha Ha! I only like the blue and the pink bobbly ones out of the allsorts!
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oh those are the ones I was just thinking of. I love sucking the little bobbles away…oh puleeez
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You managed to make that sound quite naughty Cat! Ha! it’s probably just my pervy mind!
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It’s always your pervy mind…have you ever thought about seeking some advice?
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You made me giggle.
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*bows* and then *curtsies*
🙂
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Did he thank you for his new name?
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