If you missed my carrot tale…the one where my neighbour in basically said I was rubbish at gardening…then check it out here.
Fast forward, ooh, almost four months. Basically the months that time forgot. My carrots were slowly growing. Growing from seeds into a big, mahoosive, ok adequate sized but fully fledged and hopefully edible carrots.
This was important to me. Slightly childish, yes, but important none the less. When I stuck to my guns and didn’t give up my last bastion of relaxation away from work (especially important when nothing else in Edinburgh has been happening) who knew that success would come. A kind of coup, if you, will from the tyranny of the ‘controlling communal garden’ neighbour.
To be fair his veg have also done ok. But…he stuck to onions. I have onions too! Still a little small owing to the colder climate, but I have them and they look bloody better than his!
I am surprised, as will everyone I know, that my veg worked out. For me the outcome is not always the point of it. I enjoy having a couple of raised beds. I oddly get excited about things growing into food. And whilst I am not bloody Monty Dom even his carrots don’t always work. He just plants about four different types so that one of them will. Well Monty (and the garden warden, aka ‘that’ neighbour) how about my carrots.
I’ll leave you with a photo (actually my carrots in my photo!!!). And a couple of wise words to the neighbour.
P.s. gardening is actually rather relaxing. Im going to make soup with these carrots and whilst I am amused at how well they have done (to annoy my neighbour), I am more happy about them just actually growing.
I woke up this morning, then snoozed a little (Saturday!!), then I got up. Now I am confused. I have been for a good hour and a half already. I was sorting out the covers, fluffing the pillows and all that when I noticed my 2 rings from my right pinky…only rings I wear…Sheila Fleet…Gorgeous jewellery from an Orcadian studio…I digress…back to the story.
It wasn’t that I still had them on that had confused me. I had a really shitty week so managed one beer last night before crashing. I didn’t do the nightly moisturising etc. so I just crashed and my rings were left on. Having them on in the morning wouldn’t be that unusual. What was unusual was that they were on my left pinky….in the same order as if they were on my right pinky.
On. My. Left. Pinky. I don’t wear them on that one. I wear them on the right. So I am confused. Really confused. Still confused.
To be fair I wasn’t really expecting to find answers on Google. But what the hell. I found a literature review called ‘Approach to abnormal movements and behaviors during sleep‘. Having quickly read the opening I diagnosed my ring issue as a complex movement during sleep. Partly because I am still confused, partly because I don’t want to class myself as simple, and also somewhat because of the explanation.
So whilst reading on I decided I am still bemused by the whole thing. I move in sleep but just the usual (back to side etc.). But, what the fuck, there is a disorder called exploding head syndrome!! Don’t be too alarmed it doesn’t mean peoples heads are exploding…but according to the description it is multi sensory and a painless sensation of the head exploding. Suddenly my complex motor movement and placement of rings on the opposite finger does not sound too bad.
I read on further. Disorders of arousal. Ooh that sounds ok (thinks me). It wasn’t (what I thought it might be or ok). Just the usual sleepwalking thing which thankfully I have never had. I may have mumbled stuff before during sleep (so I’ve been told) but I never have had the issue of sleepwalking.
So in summary despite there being loads of different types of sleep movements recorded (even sleep related eating disorder where people eat really unusual stuff whilst sleeping) my situation was not listed. I’m still confused. I wonder if it will ever happen again. Thankfully I am now self diagnosed as not being sleep disordered.
Anyone else had anything like this happen? If so come join my confused club.