Yes, it's post surgery insomnia. I have had surgery each of the last three years and two weeks after every operation, I go through a pout of insomnia. Toss. Turn. Ooops. Don't sleep on the side with your operated hip.
This is the same pattern I have endured the last three years. And every year, I would drift over to overnight TV on the vintage game show network. Buzzr. They don't have a vast library but somehow this gets me through the wee hours.
The images come bouncing around my eyelids.
"This is Johnny Olsen speaking."
Hey, it's Bill Cullen as a panelist on "To Tell The Truth." Oh, and now he's the host of "Blockbusters." Still with his long term polio, you never see Bill walking.
Wow, Arlene Francis. You're cool. I wish you were my mother.
No one was funnier than Charles Nelson Reilly on "Match Game."
Will the real Len with Insomnia please stand up?
Ping and pong. It's 1974. Now it's 1983.
And the password is...
Your consolation prize is a crate full of Lipton Instant Soups.
The game shows are interrupted by weird ads. Woody Harrelson's brother selling a form of CBD. John Walsh telling you Omega XL gets rid of all pain.
Wait, here's a commercial for Promescent. What the hell is that? It's a delay spray for men. If you squirt it on your privates...
That's it for tonight. I fear I'll be back again tomorrow.
Dinner last night: Sandwich.
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