You know when they say that you think of things at the most inappropriate times? I think it’s probably referring to something sexual. However, I think this can also apply to be disabled.

Rather than inappropriate a better word might be inconsiderate.

As a lay here in bed, several things in my life that need doing, pop into my head. Now I have already asked for these things to be done, but whether they have been is another question.

In the grand scheme of things these things are all minor. But my brain is telling me they need to done now, even though logically I know they don’t, that I can’t do myself.

But the idea that things I can’t do myself need to be done right now, just won’t leave me alone. And this is what I refer to as the inaccessible itch. The itch of things I would be able to do if I wasn’t disabled.

I hope I can get some sleep soon. The problems can be solved and checked on tomorrow, and I need to sleep.