Lion and Magic Boy

How does he do that?

How does he go from happy-go-lucky, look-I’m-walking, to a clingy complaining coughing fountain of mucous in just a few hours?

How?

It happened the instant I went up to go to bed last night, dead tired and counting the hours on less than five fingers until I’d have to get up again, when Eric sat up bolt upright in his crib in the corner of my room and began this horrible, hacking, phlegmy cough that had not been there 4 hours before when he went to sleep.

So I brought him at his instant and imperious request to my bed, where I lay with eyes suddenly sprung open next to him the rest of the night listening to him breathe and hoping that his restlessness would not cause him to roll off the bed in the midst of sleep. Meanwhile, one of the kittens took it upon himself to gnaw on the covers directly over my toes. I have a thick wool duvet and so my toes were impervious to the ministrations of those needle-sharp little claws and teeth, but the sheer weight of a body rolling around on my feet and the annoying sound of the constant gnawing kept me awake as well.

Yep, another stellar night.

I had a session with a channel/astrologer yesterday, and she told me that this year, in 2007, which by most other definitions will prove to be a wonderful, powerful, and transitioning year for me, told me that I am likely to experience a high amount of insomnia this year. I thought at the time that it was a bit of an odd thing to mention.

And I had no idea that it was going to kick in that night.

At least I know now for sure that she was accurate. Wow. So stay tuned for the rest of 2007. I already knew this, but it should be a good year for me. I hope yours is too.

[tags]psychic, channel, astrology, insomnia, sleep, mucous, coughing, phlegm[/tags]

Today I’m NaNo-ing like crazy, making up for days of procrastination, yet I couldn’t resist Evany’s Sleep Test. Here are my results:

Find your own pose!

I wonder which half I am?

So this week I discovered a new sleep aid.

O blessed Valium, where have you been hiding?
I only wish that the small brown bottle was everlasting
But refills are zero
Still, you are my hero
And with you, to oblivion I go

I’ve had insomnia problems for, like, 15 years. Some of them I can attribute to pregnancy (have you ever tried to sleep with an eight-pound bowling ball stuffed under your skin? That’s melting the ligaments around your pelvis and causing your entire body to swell to proportions for which it CLEARLY was not designed? yes? One question — WHY????!!), but mainly, my mind refuses to go to the “off” position and I find myself thinking about all sorts of random things, like what maybe I’ll cook for tomorrow’s dinner, and lately all sorts of legal-divorce stuff, and designing halloween costumes, and reworking endings of movies we saw lately and other incredibly useful useless crap.

So the Valium apparently disconnects this wiring and instead my face is blanketed with blackness as if some giant pillow is placed there not in suffocation but in gentle repose, allowing me a buffer between my brain and the world at large.

So waking up in a semi-drugged state is seemingly worth the six hours of blessed oblivion this affords me. Only problem is, there’s a finite supply and in general I’m not so good with the prescription medication, or even anything over-the-counter (I didn’t even own Advil until Michael moved in with his pharmacopeia of little brown bottles). It seems a little like giving up, giving in to some unknown affliction that I’d prefer not to be labeled with.

I’ve had some weird dreams with this stuff, too, though not as weird as the one I had in college when there was an influx of giant caterpillars taking over the world and the entire planet’s population was gathered on the football field and somehow I had to communicate with the caterpillars about their plans. I hated all the pressure from being chosen to do this and those caterpillars were so disgustingly…slimy.

Another prophetic dream was the one I had in, say, August of 2001. The name “Osama bin Laden” kept permeating my brain for weeks that month, and one night I dreamed I was holed up in my house with my family with bombs going off everywhere outside and I could hear voices speaking an unknown language outside and I knew they were related to the total annihilation of the planet that was apparently coming up momentarily, so I had seconds to say goodbye to my family and to accept what was coming next, which I did so and then everything was fine and quiet.

So……anti-depressants? What do you think?