dashcat
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I have a history of sleepwalking ... as did my mom and my sister. I've done all sorts of goofy things in my sleep and, though the bouts are very infrequent, they are usually hilarious and have become family lore.
I have no idea why I do it ..there doesn't seem to be a pattern of any sort. It's probably been 15 or 20 years since my last episode, but I had one last night and it scared the bejabbers out of my poor difficult child.
She heard a knocking sound, opened her bedroom door and found me sitting on the floor in the hallway, calmly (and lightly, Thank GOD!) hitting my head against the wall. Apparently I was also muttering about "magical peas" but she could not get me to go back to bed and I wouldn't wake up. She said she'd heard me walking around before this happened and thought I just couldn't sleep and decided to get up.
She called Mr. Ostrich who (THANK YOU JESUS!) talked her out of calling 911 ("911, What's your emergency?" "My mom is banging her head against the wall and talking about magical peas") OMG. This is a small town. I know many of the first responders. I would have died. Imagine the Police Blotter: XXX Street resident calls to report mother's abberant behavior. Officers and paramedics determined she was sleepwalking and tucked her in tight.
He also (Mr. Ostrich earned some major points last night) refused to come over, even though she begged him to. That would have made me most uncomfortable, although not a much as a 911 call.
THEN, after what she says was an hour ...but putting into the difficult child-to-earth translator, means about 15 minutes, I went into the bathroom, shut the door and got sick to my stomach! What the heck? THAT has never been part of mty sleepwalking routine before.
I have no idea what caused any of this. I never had a fever, felt great yesterday (but lousy today). I did have a cup of soup at Toastmasters ... maybe that's what made me sick, but the rest is just weird.
I have a vague memory of sitting on the floor (I was dreaming I was in a cabin and it was very cold), but all I remember is going into the bathroom and feeling suddenly - out of nowhere - sick. I usually remember sleepwalking episodes a bit more clearly.
To make matters worse, I was still sleeping when she left for work (5:30 a.m.). She texted me several times, but my phone was off (I turned it off at Toastmasters and forgot to turn it back on). Ossy had also called and I didn't think to look at my phone until 2:00. The poor kid was frantic. I was able to calm her down by explaining that it might be another decade before I do it again ... and her dad completely enjoyed telling her about the time I demanded that he get me some ice cream with soup.
Anyway, I still haven't eaten anything and I am just baffled. ... I sure hope I'm right about the infrequency.
Dash
I have no idea why I do it ..there doesn't seem to be a pattern of any sort. It's probably been 15 or 20 years since my last episode, but I had one last night and it scared the bejabbers out of my poor difficult child.
She heard a knocking sound, opened her bedroom door and found me sitting on the floor in the hallway, calmly (and lightly, Thank GOD!) hitting my head against the wall. Apparently I was also muttering about "magical peas" but she could not get me to go back to bed and I wouldn't wake up. She said she'd heard me walking around before this happened and thought I just couldn't sleep and decided to get up.
She called Mr. Ostrich who (THANK YOU JESUS!) talked her out of calling 911 ("911, What's your emergency?" "My mom is banging her head against the wall and talking about magical peas") OMG. This is a small town. I know many of the first responders. I would have died. Imagine the Police Blotter: XXX Street resident calls to report mother's abberant behavior. Officers and paramedics determined she was sleepwalking and tucked her in tight.
He also (Mr. Ostrich earned some major points last night) refused to come over, even though she begged him to. That would have made me most uncomfortable, although not a much as a 911 call.
THEN, after what she says was an hour ...but putting into the difficult child-to-earth translator, means about 15 minutes, I went into the bathroom, shut the door and got sick to my stomach! What the heck? THAT has never been part of mty sleepwalking routine before.
I have no idea what caused any of this. I never had a fever, felt great yesterday (but lousy today). I did have a cup of soup at Toastmasters ... maybe that's what made me sick, but the rest is just weird.
I have a vague memory of sitting on the floor (I was dreaming I was in a cabin and it was very cold), but all I remember is going into the bathroom and feeling suddenly - out of nowhere - sick. I usually remember sleepwalking episodes a bit more clearly.
To make matters worse, I was still sleeping when she left for work (5:30 a.m.). She texted me several times, but my phone was off (I turned it off at Toastmasters and forgot to turn it back on). Ossy had also called and I didn't think to look at my phone until 2:00. The poor kid was frantic. I was able to calm her down by explaining that it might be another decade before I do it again ... and her dad completely enjoyed telling her about the time I demanded that he get me some ice cream with soup.
Anyway, I still haven't eaten anything and I am just baffled. ... I sure hope I'm right about the infrequency.
Dash
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