insomnia is the new black
An update for those of you keeping score at home: 7 weeks and counting for the “My Lovely Wife Is Suffering From Insomnia And The World Sucks Big Fat Camel Balls” Extravaganza.
Last night she asked if I thought hitting her in the side of the head with a large stick might possibly work as a sleep-aid.
I said no.
She laughed. And then sighed.
So to recap, that’s 7 weeks of no sleep — or of poorly-implemented chemically-induced unconsciousness.
And that’s 7 weeks of doctors performing at an effective level one step below wood-nymphs. And wood-nymphs are imaginary, so that’s pretty sucky.
