Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Boo!

I tease the phlebotomist at the blood labs that 'I have a high tolerance for pain, other people's pain,' as I look away when she draws blood from my arm. 

At 72 and change, you'd think I'd be over my fear of the dark, but you would be very wrong. I don't like walking through dark rooms though walking outside at night doesn't bother me. Go figure. I was reassured recently that I'm not so special and unique when I came across an article on Why We Fear the Dark.

And since I tend to find myself awake from about one until four in the morning most mornings, I completely agree that those are truly the catastrophizing hours. Suggesting to me at least, if you talk in your sleep, don't sleep.
-bill kenny

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