Morning. It’s the final of the cricket tournament in Malta today. The week is going very fast. Weather uncertain today, with a risk of rain unfortunately.
How am I? Ghastly. I look it and feel it. And I’ve been informed as to a possible reason. Sleep apnoea. My room mate informed me that I was snoring heavily and gasping for air. When I awoke at 8 am, I had a thumping headache, I was disorientated and generally, I wanted to go back to bed and staggered into breakfast.
And I’ve been appointed to be the scorer for the final later on. So I have to improve later on. This has to be sorted out. I have a sleep study in May and hopefully this business can be rectified. Fed up with feeling like this.