That is so cool, but I’m not going to write in other languages here anymore because it wants to change my spell checker to those languages as well.

Ended up talking to Tammy yesterday. She still sounds bad, though not as bad as last time. I guess now they’re not sure if she’s got Sjogren’s or pneumonia because there are so many different auto-immune diseases that it’s very hard to properly diagnose.

My sister and I are pretty frustrated cuz the condo across from my folks just sold but theirs is still up for sale just sitting there month after month. If the thing goes into foreclosure, then I won’t get anything at all, and that’d be so God, too. Tell me He didn’t have a hand in influencing her to spend like crazy in the end (Dad probably didn’t know what the hell was going on) so I wouldn’t get anything from this woman who made so much of my life a living hell and I’ll tell you you’re full of shit. Now the bastard is determined to work Tom to death so we have no time to get out of here no matter how much money we have saved. But we WILL get out of here someday. He can do something else to us at that point, but He can’t make us stay here forever.

She complained about Lisa and told me about Becky’s health problems. On FB, I wished her luck with her issues and she thanked me. I was right about Sarah not actually owning a salon but renting a spot in one. Still, she owns her business name and all that goes with it.

Next came the big surprise. She had said something about a surprise her husband had “for us“ and I thought that meant her and Mark or her and the girls. Instead, he’s decided it’s been too many years since she’s seen her sister – 20, to be exact – that either just her or her and Mark are going to come visit us in a year or two for a few days. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea, though she understands it’s best to wait till we have a bigger place. She could come now, but there’d be no room for her and she’d have to stay in a hotel. She’s welcome to do that, though, if she would prefer the privacy of a hotel.

We talked about whether or not Mom and Dad were together or what could possibly be the case with them, but neither of us has a clue. We’ve never sensed them either. I told her about Tom, Nane and the way I’d influence things, depending on my mood, in ways that were rather extreme be it positive or negative, as well as the dream premonitions. I told her how it got to the point that I was afraid to go to sleep back when all my nightmares were coming to life, but how that all seems to have stopped lately. That’s a good thing too, because not only has Andy had some nightmares about himself, but so have I. Last night I dreamed he killed himself. His life has been going so, so well. I’d hate to see anything bad happen now.

It’s bad for Bill again. His cancer returned, but as God would have it, the abusive bastard is perfectly operable and savable. I had no idea Norma’s husband Milton was battling cancer too, till Tammy told me. That’s too bad.

I also dreamed that Maliheh messaged me but I haven’t heard from her since last summer, so we’ll see.

Been having these pains in the side of my neck that makes me wonder if maybe it’s got nothing to do with my ear or teeth at all.

Went down another pound, but since I didn’t work out yesterday and ate 1500 calories, it was probably water and not fat. I’m still tired of periods setting me back a couple of pounds each month when the PMS makes me so damn hungry. All I want to do then is sleep and eat. Now I want to go try the pre-cooked bacon and ranch mashed potatoes we got but I’m simply not hungry enough for them yet.

Romeo’s getting better with me, but for some reason, he just hates Tom, LOL. Tom said he’d get used to him over the long holiday weekend, but what if that only makes him hate him more? Hahaha

Later…

Tom read a fascinating but sad article this morning before work that he shared with me and I thought I would share it in my blog and discuss it a bit. As some of you may know, people are often quick to disbelieve and bash things that are either rare, that they can’t relate to, that they don’t get, or that are just plain weird. I’ve gone through it myself where I have either not been believed or I have been overestimated. I thank you for your vote of confidence but I can’t just up and conquer every fear and phobia at will, even if some of you sure think I can and I myself sometimes wish I could. I couldn’t have made it on the streets had Tom’s job not come through for us and saved us when it did. I knew that and Tom knew that and there was no use in kidding ourselves where that was concerned. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Better to be realistic about them and just deal with them, though there’s nothing wrong with trying to improve what we can.

Despite being quick to be disbelieved because I’m white or because I’m childless or because I have some things people don’t see every day, like a deformed ear and surgically made canal and a sleep disorder, I never tried to hide these things. I have openly discussed them same as what I had for dinner or what music I like.

Sleep apnea is more “acceptable” in society mostly because it is one of the more common sleep disorders. But mine, which usually causes my schedule to jump forward 1-2 hours each day, is less common. It is a combination of screwy melatonin levels and my body being devoid of an inner clock. When you are commonly up for 18 hours instead of the usual 16, and when you are a little more sleep-needy than others (though I do sleep the standard 8 hours most days/nights, it makes it much harder to hold a schedule.

24-hour Sleep/Wake was first discovered in the 90s in blind people who could not literally see night and day. It’s a condition you’re typically born with that worsens with age. Even I’d never heard of such a thing and while I knew I wasn’t making it up as some excuse to cover for some grand truth of any kind, I first thought I had gotten myself into a very bad habit. But then why was it so damn hard to set my damn alarm and get up at the same time every day, I would wonder, if it was just a “bad habit?”

I asked Tom if he ever thought it was just a bad habit and he said no, because if it were a matter of habit, then I’d be on either just days or just nights. Not night, day, night, day…

Narcolepsy, also incurable, is even rarer. They fall asleep suddenly at random times throughout the day and night. Tom worked with a guy once whose mother was given a medication that promised to stop that so she could drive. However, she fell asleep, crashed and died. Oftentimes it is assumed that these types of accidents were because the person was drunk.

For years I felt picked on from above. The number of problems, the severity, the flukiness…all seemed a bit extreme. But when I read about this girl in which only 1000 known cases exist, boy did I feel bad for her! It was my turn to say, wow, I never heard of any such sleep disorder. Sadly, she too, was first accused of faking it, only in her case she was accused of doing so for attention cuz she’s only 17. In my case, it’s supposed to be so I don’t have to work outside of the house.

The only part that seemed a bit odd was the hypersexuality. Where would you find the time for so much horniness if you’re always asleep? Still, what a horrible thing to have to live with!