Not a good start to the day – no sleep last night. Well, none to speak of: and it was my own fault. For a year I suffered from the most miserable insomnia and tried every drug at my lovely GP’s disposal: none worked (or not for very long) – but what did at least get me off to the land of nod for a few minutes was Happy Housewife. As the insomnia got worse, the drugs got stronger and the Happy Housewife dose increased. Then I discovered EFT (or tapping) courtesy of Magnus Huckvale: I’ll tell you more in a separate post, but if you can’t wait (and I wouldn’t) here is the link to his website:

www.tapping.com

Immediately I slept through the night: hurrah! The next night I cut out all the sedatives – not so good… nightsweats, muscle spasms (jumping out of bed!), nightmares…. then I realised that of course I was physically dependent on Happy Housewife. So I take that again and sleep through the night. I am now down to a third of my original dose and ready to go further down – but I forgot to pick up the new prescription for a lower dose pill. Hey, I thought – I’m OK, I’m strong now, my body is used to sleeping, and the dose is relatively low so it will be more cold chick than cold turkey. Wrong. Now any sensible person would have decided by 3am to turn to the solution they know works best – tapping. I wouldn’t even have to get out of bed to do it. Did I do it? Did I heck. And I am SO cross with myself. Indeed I am so cross that after my shower, I am going to ignore the carpet and the deathtrap at the bottom of the stairs and plunge down into the ironing: that will serve me right.

If there are no posts after this one, take note that it probably isn’t wise to ignore deathtraps….