Tomorrow, I need to go in having had about half the sleep I normally get.
The letter I received recommends going to bed two hours later than usual and getting up too hours earlier than usual. That is, by definition, the worst of both worlds. And to cap it all, I’m not allowed to have any coffee tomorrow until after the tests are complete.
Tomorrow is going to hit over 30C in London and I have to brave rush hour public transport short on both sleep and caffeine.
I can tell you one thing: it won’t be pretty.
The sole upside is the possibility of spending a few hours in the afternoon sunshine in our garden by way of recovery. After which I’ll spend far too much time trying to scrape the disgusting electrode glue off my bald head, inevitably leaving some somewhere…
Ironically, my sleep has been pretty good over the last week. Just when I could do with some insomnia, I’m sleeping like a baby.
See you on the other side.