Got around to 7am and decided to give up on trying to sleep. The worst bit about taking co-codamol as your painkiller of choice is that as they are paracetamol-included, if you value your liver there is an enforced limit on the number you cab take in a day. If I don't manage to get to sleep within that stretch of the day they will cover I'm screwed, I just have to lie in bed with the left side of my head pounding away like a jackhammer. And I can't lie on the left side at all, as that's just too painful anyway, so my night time sleep pattern; start on left before rolling to right, is broken. I notice parts of me have become extra sensitive in the last few days, as well, which isn't helping.
I haven't suffered insomnia this bad in years. I used to have it all the time, often having to miss a night's sleep altogether to reset my body clock. As it happens, today is a good day to be doing that, with the clocks going forward tonight, so one less hour to stay awake through.
Ended up going back through my TV recorder to find something to watch and finding Whitechapel. I sat down and watched through the series like a boxed set. Whitechapel is a splendidly dark series, and very apt for a day of insomnia. The first series was about a ripper-copycat, and I didn't know what the second series was about, as I appear to have missed it, but this one was just like a televised modern series of horror-comics. I love it; so dark that it edges into unwitting self-parody. ITV can't make a decent drama to save their lives, but sometimes it kind of works anyway.
Came around for my second wind in the evening and eventually got to sleep around midnight anyway. My body hates me.
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