When I was in middle school I suffered through an entire semester of English with “Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” It was awful. To this day I remember snippets from the damned thing and sometimes they jump up at me and grab my attention out of nowhere.
Since my lung was tapped I have caught up on all my sleep and my routine is to try to be in bed by 2300. Usually I am up between 0530 and 0600. Today I woke up at 0530. Wife next to me sleeping. Calico on the other side sleeping. Sheltie at my feet sleeping. I moved the cat, sat up on the side of the bed and thought, “Oh Sleep! It is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole.” Great. An earworm from Samuel Taylor Coleridge. argh.
The worse part of the sarcoid now is the random frustrating fatigue. I call it the “sarc zonk”…when I literally almost drop in my tracks to sleep. It can happen any time, any place. Yeserday I fell alseep during my morning AA meeting. I can go a day or two without it happening, yet sometimes it may hit me once or twice a day.
Today I see the ID doc and have to o to the VA to finish my paperwork.