I had to learn to sleep again

Long story again, but for the sake of everyone’s sanity I will keep it short.

9 days ago, I fell off my bike and broke 6 ribs and a collarbone. If you have ever had such injuries, you will know that the worst part of recovery is sleeping. Basically, you have to sleep propped up with pillows underneath your back and, in my case, around my left hand side. This is not conducive to a good night’s sleep which has an impact on the recovery process. Classic catch 22.

Last night, after I had built my nest, I get into bed to settle in. I pretend that I am on an aeroplane and have a flight of 7 hours ahead of me. This puts a smile on my dial. The reason is simple. On my flight, I am privileged to be able to lie down and extend my legs – in other words, for the next 7 hours, I am flying first class and not cramped, upright economy. Not many people get the opportunity to do this. How lucky am I?

This reminds me of a book I read over 20 years ago by a Jewish psychologist, Victor E. Frakel. He was unfortunate enough to find himself in a concentration camp during World War 2. “Man’s Search for Meaning” was the name of the book in which he describes methods to find meaning in sordid forms of existence; essentially everything just needs to be put in perspective.

I am looking forward to my flight tonight….now, if only I could convince my wife to wear the air hostess outfit! Good night.