“What’s worrying you?” my psychiatrist asked yesterday upon telling him I have terrible insomnia these days.
I thought for a long second.
“My computer,” I finally replied. “Dad ordered me a new 2 Terabyte hard drive and it still hasn’t come in. I am very anxious about it.”
My psychiatrist smiled telling me how much he loves to work on his home computers as well. “A man of my own heart,” I thought.
“I’m hesitant to prescribe any more medications,” he told me. “You are already on so many. I am going to give you some relaxation CDs and I want you to listen to them before bed.”
I was extremely dubious of these CDs. I scoffed internally. How can a mere compact disc of a lady talking and music help you sleep eight hours? I was wrong. I put a CD in my stereo before bed, undressed, climbed in my covers, and slept for eight hours in the first time for weeks. I woke up feeling so good!
My hard drive came last night. I was so excited to get it installed. It only took around five minutes, but it took an hour to backup all my files. Now I have some peace of mind that all my files are mostly duplicated and protected.