Dexter and stuff

I never got round to watching this programme when it was shown, so through the wonders of TV Links I actually sat and watched the entire thing in one day. I am having a great deal of trouble sleeping at the moment so sat up till 5am glued to it and really enjoyed it. It took me 3 episodes to realise that the main character of Dexter is played by Micheal C Hall of Six Feet Under fame. It's dark and delightful and I am looking forward to Season 2 starting in the USA this coming week.

My sleeping pattern is totally whacked at the moment. I can't sleep for more than 4 hours at a time so I normally find myself sitting here at stupid o'clock reading and it's getting really frustrating. Apparently it's not unusual for someone with head injuries to suffer from Insomnia on some level and it can last for months or even years. Hopefully it will be months as I think I am driving Kev up the wall with my inability to be quiet in the middle of the night and he may resort to suffocating me with my pillow for the sake of his sanity.

My neighbours are driving me nuts, they are so noisy. This morning I was awoken by her 80's revival while she does her housework and the noise carries right into my bedroom. The people either side of me both have dogs who insist on holding a loud conversation with each other over the back fences and the guy next door insists on shouting everything that comes out of his mouth. As soon as I feel able to handle loud noise, they are getting a dose of Deicide at 2am on a Tuesday. I feel it's only fair that, as my neighbours insist on sharing ever aspect of their noisy lives with me, that I reciprocate in kind and share something back.

I am down to one painkiller at night now, although having been on Tramdol for over 2 months now I think I am suffering opiate withdrawal symptoms. I get restless legs and feel like something is crawling under my skin and it's horrid. This may also be causing the lack of sleep.

My scar on my forehead is fading rapidly. I have taken to wearing a hair band on my head as I am sick of looking at it now and the hospital have asked me to take part in trials for some new treatment that is supposed to make scars practically vanish pretty quickly. I also have to get my dog ear bit of skin removed in a week or so. My skin graft donor sites are healing up nicely and the level of itching I am currently experiencing is what a cat must feel like when it has a bad case of fleas. I have a dressing change tomorrow and the surgeon on Thursday and as I am healing so well, I am hoping he will let me go and see my horse. He is being used in lessons at the yard 3 times a week just to keep him in work as I didn't want him stuck in a field all this time and some of the staff are exercising him on their lunch breaks. Apparently someone has asked if he is for sale as he loved riding him so much. I am keen to start some ground work with him and start the bonding process but I am assured that he is doing great and is an absolute gent in all ways with a super attitude and a hell of a jump on him. It will probably be about another 6 weeks before I can actually get on him again and I can't wait. The accident hasn't put me off riding at all, in fact it's had the opposite effect, much to my mothers horror. I am absolutely determined to qualify BSJA next year and start doing some eventing and I am practically drooling at the thought of getting him over a cross country course. Most people don't get it and think I should be afraid or at least nervous, but I'm not, I just want to get on with it and reach my goals. I'm gutted that I am going to miss the Jessica Kurten clinic at Gleneagles next month but I am going to watch my friends take part so all is not lost.

Sad to see that Barry has resigned from the Catty. He has been the Catty DJ since I was drinking illegally at Brown Street and the place won't be the same without him. Not that I go to the Cathouse, but still, he is part of the furniture in there and it's sad that the comfy couch is going.