June 3, 2012

Thanks to friend Sandra for bringing food
to the house and for staying to visit with me!

It's 10 p.m. and I just realize I haven't written my blog today. So let's recap.

I woke up this morning to find Mr. B staring at me. I was talking in my sleep (again). I've done this all my life and it's just a way of life to me, but it bothered my parents so much that they took me to a specialist. They were told that sleep talking, or somniloquy, is a type of parasomnia -- an abnormal behavior that takes place during sleep. Yeah, and you thought I was only abnormal when I was awake! My parents were told not to worry about me because most kids grow out of sleep talking by the time they are 10-12 years old. Not me. I've read that sleep talking has many causes, such as emotional stress and certain medications that cause deep sleep. Hum. Sounds like my current life. I'm stressed by my recent surgery and the pain medication certainly puts me in a deep sleep. Anyway, back to Mr. B, he was standing there, listening to me, and waiting for me to reveal deep secrets. Unfortunately, I'm usually mumbling and when I awake I don't remember what I was dreaming about.


Today I'm creating a long walk to the front room in the house. Friend Sandra came over with food and I made it to the room at the front of the house before she arrived. It's not a long walk, unless you are a uncoordinated goofball on crutches, like me.