And We’re back.

Yes, we are back from the big smoke.

While away, I met a guy called Jake. It appears that Jake has a few problems, of one thing and another. He seemed to be spinning out somewhat. It was truly odd, I felt that I should talk to him. So we did. We talked, about how JC could help him, about how he should stop fixating on the idea that he needs a girlfriend to get through life, and about how if he gives himself to helping others, then JC will come and help him. I told him to read “John”, my favourite chapter of the bible. It made me realise how much better I need to know the bible, but also how much I need to walk this path. I reached out my hand to him, and he took it, not bad for a guy who at the start of it shyed away from people he’d known for years

Later, I met another guy. He’d just lost his father, and was great fun. I could see so much pain, and just wished that there was a way I could reach him. He claims he’s not religious a “devout atheist” he refered to himself as. The only message of hope I could think of to give him was “Just because you don’t belive in God, doesn’t mean he doesn’t belive in you”. I hope it helped.

During my time away, it was suggested that the reason that I’m spending a lot of my life feeling tired, is a thing called “Sleep Apnia”, which means that I don’t breath enough at night. This at least has a ring of truth, because I’ve been told by successive women that I do indeed stop breathing at night. This is a bad thing, apparently, and it means that I might not be getting enough oxygen into my brain at night, and so causing my brain to raise me in conciousness a little to cause me to start breathing again (lest I die, obviously). The problem being, of course, the raising level of conciousness.

It appears that in order to combat it, I have to loose weight, and to start sleeping either more upright, or more on my side. I will confess to being a little overweight, but I never really thought that it would affect my sleep. I’ve spent that last two nights tryign to make concious efforts to “breath” in the night, whenever I feel myself being roused, I’ve taken large breaths, and re-adjusted the way I was lying to breath better. I don’t know if it’s working yet. I will say that I have felt a little more awake, but then, I’ve just got back from my first holiday in ages, and I’m not really (on the scale of things) any more awake than I would be on a “good day”.

Well, I suppose I should go and do “some” work.

SK