My sleep team is peculiar.
I bring them problems. Their solutions do work, but they solve issues I didn't know were problems and often make the problem I brought to them worse.
The new machine does seem to work better for me. Great. It was their answer to my old machine not turning on and off automatically. The new machine doesn't even have an auto start-stop option.
This isn't the only issue, I wonder if I speak unclearly?
I should feel better.
I got my first vaccine shot. Spring is coming (albeit slowly). I have a new sleep machine I used the first five nights in a row (ignoring that I failed on three of the next four nights).
But things are oppressive. I don't know why.
I can work easy enough, but outside of that ... Even little things are hard. I can't even force myself to do things that would make me feel better, except sit in the sun.
One day last week, in the span of about an hour, were two events (well, three) that typified my life. They were bad, just flat-out sucked, and were caused — no surprise — by Friedreich’s ataxia.
But in the midst of the suckiness were people (and a dog) who helped me very willingly.
First, I were to the bathroom to use a urinal. I dropped it, but Fame was there to help me. The second time I dropped it, though, there was little Fame could do. But Mom answered my call and got me and my chair cleaned up.
Shortly after, back at my desk, I coughed and broke my keyboard tray. I asked my brother-in-law for help. He took the tray out to his workshop and fixed it.
I am lucky.
The latest sleep issue: I am dreaming regularly. This is not a problem, just often leaves me wondering what on earth my mind is doing.
Apparently, without sleep mask, I don't enter REM sleep, which is when dreams mostly happen. But as I use it more, I dream, weirding me out.
Last night, I was in a car chase. OK, so was Harry Dresden in the book I was reading before sleep. I was being chased by Jawas, who were in Harry's chase, and I haven't watched anything Stars Wars recently. Also, when we killed them -- I can't remember who "we" was -- but when we killed one, they all died. And instead of dying, they turned to dust like Buffy vampires.
???
