I can’t sleep, so I’m watching the cat dreaming.
I can’t sleep, so I watch its little paws.
I can’t sleep, even though the stars are gleaming,
I can’t sleep, despite long, deep, yawns…..
My hands are itching from an eczema flare up,
My hands are itching, the skin it seems to burn,
My hands are itching, and painfully I sit up.
My hands are itching, the clocks hands slowly turn…..
My mind is racing, swirling with tired thoughts,
My mind is racing, trying to find rest,
My mind is racing, while dreams are what I’ve sought,
My mind is racing, a deep sleep would be best.
The cat is waking, a gentle mewing breathing
The cat is waking, and wants to play a while,
The cat is waking, while I at last am sleeping,
The cat is waking, in dreams it ran so wild.
Well that’s the best I can do at 3.18am! I went to bed but got up again, I don’t know what started it but eczema that I have had on one finger of one hand for many years has flared up and spread. So much so that I went out and bought SLS free soap and shampoo yesterday. It stands for sodium laureleth sulphate and a friend reckons that it can cause eczema. However having used the magic soap it only seemed to alleviate the problem slightly.
I then compounded the problem because the shopkeeper tried to sell me some expensive moisturizing hand cream, I didn’t want a whole tube so they gave me a tiny sample in a little pot to bring home. I duly put it on my hands before bedtime, now a few hours later my hands are very itchy. So no more posh hand cream, I think I will try and get something else. In the meantime I’ve put on a little hydrocortisone and I’m hoping it calms things down.
Sitting here at 3.26am wishing I could sleep like a cat….