Or maybe not

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Date: 16 September 2008 16:15:00

Last night I confidently strapped on my mask, set the machine, took my final half a sleeping tablet and settled down to sleep. No such luck. When I hadn't gone off after an hour, off came the whole caboodle and I settled down to my unsatisfactory sleep - hey, at least it's sleep, as opposed to no sleep at all. I seriously suspect I need to make a hospital appointment to explore the alternatives, such as they may be.

Then today my morning, in which I was going to do something useful, though I hadn't yet decided what, went pear-shaped because my former cleaner visited to quote texts at me and exhort me to pray. Bless her, she is a simple soul with simple faith, and you never know, she could be right. After all, the 'prophecy' she received that she would get married did come true, though that had as much to do with my recommending a Christian dating site to her as anything.

Anyway, it has been salutary to reflect on what she goes through, living every day with Sturge-Weber Syndrome which has made her half-blind and with half of her face covered with a large port wine stain (yes, I know it seems a bit mad having a partially sighted cleaner, but she used to do a thorough if slow job). My troubles don't seem so bad in comparison.