Pickles n' Tickles by JJ

YOU know when you're feeling under the weather, there's only so much of games and gossips from the social networks that can hold your interest. Fifteen minutes into waiting to see your doctor, you irritably dump the phone into the bag (with a sigh) and start studying the ancient posters of cardiovascular diseases that map the clinic walls. Arms crossed and with impatient foot-tapping at that.  I was losing it already after 30 minutes of waiting my turn at my favourite doctor's office today. Dr V is a nice lady with a kind face and gesture. Maybe that's a problem   because people tend to like her so much they end up pouring out their life stories to her while I'm outside, staring aimlessly at a cross-section of a human heart for the 100th time. Heartless people.  Finally at the 40th minute, at the creak of a door, waddled out a vision of horrid pain. He must've been a kid in his early 20s, looking pretty disorientated with all that pain that I could feel for ...

We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. - The Tempest, Shakespeare - But what do you do when you can't sleep ? I, for one, count sheep , and it works on most times (although as a child, it was easier to imagine goats than sheep cuz my grandfather's home was next to a goat farm that fortunately didn't belong to us. But yea, counting goats was not the same as counting sheep cuz I never liked them goats - they stared. Then again, I also hated Granfather's chickens - they chased. Damn birds with agression issues).    View from cousin Lorna's house in Kendal, Lake District Close-up : Sheep dotting the green grass - a peaceful sight I LOVED this place and still do :) Last night was a struggle as I tossed and turned, and finally wriggled out of bed and got onto Twitter to moan about my sleepless state (I think the caffeine from our Desk meeting did me in but thank heavens I wasn't palpitating). Just the night ...