Sleeping With Ray

Ray spent the night with me last night. Ray Charles, that is. So did Elvis Presley, Enya, the Cowboy Junkies, Mary Chapin Carpenter, and even Lars H.U.G., all the way from Denmark. To name just a few.

With the increasing vibrating and thrumming sensations caused by the growth in my head, it’s been difficult to sleep. I turn this way and that, but still the thrumming continues. I don’t fuss really – I just lie there. It’s boring and uncomfortable after awhile, and it means I’m not at my best in the morning.

I had an inspiration yesterday – the thought that it’s hard to fully experience two kinds of sensory input simultaneously. My theory was that listening to music on my iPod might allow me to focus on the tunes and not on the vibrating. I’d like to report that I slept eight hours non-stop, but I didn’t. I did, however, sleep a lot more than in previous nights. The bonus was that when I was awake, I had the music to sooth and amuse me. I could still feel the thrumming, of course, but I was able to choose the music most of the time.

Thanks Ray and fellow crooners! Tonight once again I will have Georgia on My Mind, and all sorts of other pleasant thoughts.