I was up half the night. Darn that autism-related insomnia that comes when you least expect it, eh? I’ve been sleeping well (okay, so it takes nearly a handful of sedative meds, included 5 mg of melatonin, for that to happen) for a few months now. Until last night. I’m worried, really worried about something, and I can’t type about it yet. It’s not time. So, it my head it will sit and fester, and I will worry.
I didn’t sleep well once I was asleep, either. Between the strangest dreams and the cat biting my hair and pulling, well, there was a lot of restlessness.
One of my dreams scared me, badly. In it, I was trying to type, only, I couldn’t, really. I would get the wrong words, I would get lots of letters in amongst the ones I was trying to type, and sometimes, despite hitting the keys correctly, I would get no letters at all. Basically, typing became like speaking is. Sometimes, when I speak, I don’t say what I mean to say, sometimes, I get bits of echolalia peppered within my speech, and other times, I get nothing at all. Scary, right? No typing? Yes. Scary.
Starting at about 9 or 9:30 AM, Elsie was biting me like crazy. I got up, and she had food, so I armed myself with the squirt bottle and laid back down. Except, even the squirt bottle was no deterrant. She simply would not leave me alone. At 11:30, a dozen or more bites later… I realized I was low. Not just low, but in the 40s. This means that I’d been low for quite a long time. Darn that cat, but I swear she knew. It’s not the first time this has happened. Thankless job, isn’t it? Getting shoved and squirted? I made sure to give her a kiss just now.
I want to point something out, and I hope I’m not uh… shoot, I don’t know the figure of speech for that one. Being a pain, I suppose. If you look at the right-hand side bar of my blog, you’ll see some new things. Brother made the “email me” link live. Then, he fixed the link to my book. Finally, he added a button (see it?) for GiveForward, where I’m going to attempt to raise money to bring Lexie Mae home. I worry about asking for help. I don’t want to ask for what isn’t mine, you know? But think about it, spread the word, pass it on, what have you. I’d really appreciate it.