@Dreamy my poor little gremmy. Insomnia is torture. Especially when you have the double layer.
1. Lack of hormones
2. Trauma response
After 6 years of insomnia, this past 2 weeks I’m finally into a regular sleep pattern.
@Dreamy I have met some of the oddest people recently. Nice people - just not my people.
But I always feel as if you, @ENKELI @PeppyPatti @Jynx and @tonys are always with me during these adventures.
Yesterday’s adventure to meet lovely people for a 9 day dog-house sitting job was a doozy.
Complete sensory overload. The property looked like an abandoned Balinese resort with chandeliers and broken plumbing.
A Shitzu Versailles.
A kind of Baroque Toy Kingdom, where every surface has something soft, sparkly, or absorbent. Plushies swaying above a four-poster throne, a carpeted field of training pads, and three royal canines ruling from the duvet.
“The Plush Court of Pawshire.”
The dogs:
- One bugger-off artist.
- One toddler-equivalent.
- One elderly, deaf, and spectacularly flatulent.
I had stepped through a portal into an alternate universe where luxury collided with entropy and decided to stay for tea.
Four chandeliers! Four “conversation areas”! And only one working toilet.
The room where I would be sleeping was a private op shop surrounded by every era of clothing this woman ever owned, while trying to spot daylight through a window to jungle of overgrown plants.
Every night I was expected to wake up and let the Walking Fluffy Slippers outside to go to the bathroom or deal with the toilet pads on the dining room floor.
This isn’t just a test of patience — it’s a boundary marker. I hit that line where practicality, safety, and self-respect intersect. The kind of line I can only recognise by walking right up to it and going, “Nope. There it is. That’s too far.”
