The four-footed one is a master at curling up into a tiny little ball and falling into a nice sleep. I have been envious of this skill for a while now. Well not so much the curling up into a little ball. Other than when I’m in severe pain. Then and only then do I want to curl up into a wee ball so I can roll around like an armadillo.
It is, instead her ability to fall asleep that I’m envious of. She can sleep regardless of where she is. Guests in the house? No worries she can still curl up and be dreaming. In the car? Again, curl up and let the sleep come. Visiting friends? If there’s a place to curl up, she can sleep.
Me? I can’t sleep if the sun is up. Unless I’m very sick. I can’t sleep on trains or planes or any place public. Hospitals are a nightmare for me because they expect you to sleep, but there are strangers walking in and out of you space. It’s public. It’s just not possible.
I struggle to sleep in hotels, other people’s houses. It isn’t because I’m not sleeping in my own bed, although that helps. Rather it is a number of things that get in the way. For some reason all of that seems public or unsafe places to sleep. Regardless of how tired I am I struggle to sleep or find pleasant dreams.
Ah to curl up, to dream, to sleep. And so I still try. Maybe if I turn around three times before I settle down…
I woke up face to face with a pink dinosaur with a yellow horn on her nose. Peeking around just behind her was a green and purple dragon, his red tongue resting on her head.
I didn’t climb into bed with either of these two. As a matter of fact I climbed into bed alone, the four-footed blanket weight had curled up against on the bed, but not in the bed with me. I haven’t slept with any stuffed animals in a number of years. Perhaps my four-footed companion felt I need additional company. She managed to sneak them into bed while I was sleeping thanks to medication and such.
Needless to say I was a bit surprised to discover my sleeping companions. Waking up to someone new in bed who,wasn’t there when you crawled into the bed is shocking and disorienting. Waking up like that while dealing with the side effects of strong mediation to tame lupus was enough to keep me in my bed a little longer.
Of course when I got out of bed the four-footed one decided the dinosaur needed to come with us. So we moved into the comfortable chair to do some reading/resting, the three of us. The four-footed one on my lap with the dinosaur resting on both of us.
Some days you just need a little dinosaur in your life, and if you are lucky, a four-footed companion takes care of this for you.
I am not a fan of breakfast in bed. To be honest I’m not a fan of any meal in bed, this may be a result of too many hospital stays. And then again, it may be a case of feeling that where I eat should not be the same place where I sleep.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t eat in bed, obviously that’s the case when I’m staying over at the hospital. And yes it is true, Beloved has served me breakfast in bed a few times as well as other meals. I just don’t enjoy it as much as some people seem to like eating in bed.
it isn’t just because of the crumbs and such getting in your sheets. You see friends, I don’t spend a lot of time in bed when I feel well. When I’m in a horrible lupus flare however I may spend days in bed. Those days pass by in a blur of sleep, pain and medications.
Perhaps it is because I’m a product of my upbringing where unless I was very ill my parents expected me to be up and about doing things. Heck my mother subscribed to the theory of get up and get dressed because you will feel better. Sometimes it works, sometimes I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed. At best I pull a brush through my hair.
So why am I telling you all this? Because recently someone told me they thought the most decadent thing in the world was eating breakfast in bed. Now I’m sure she didn’t mean the jello cups that I get in the hospital, but I just can’t see how eating in bed is decadent. How about you? Has lupus ruined a good thing for me?
Lets have some pillow talk. No, not that kind of pillow talk. I’m referring to your pillow preferences. Pillows come in all degrees of firmness and a variety of shapes. There are pillows for various body parts as well. But that’s not really the pillow talk I’m looking for either.
You see friends I’m pretty attached to my pillow. No it doesn’t go with me everywhere, but I’m not a fan of sharing it either. And yet some how that happened last night. Without m consent or knowledge, well that is until I woke up. And discovered another head. On my pillow. Sharing my pillow. My pillow.
Some people don’t mind sharing their pillow when they are cuddling with their special person. Unfortunately I’m not really a person willing to share my pillow. And never with my four-footed companion. I may let her rest on the bed, near my knees. But that’s about it.
Needless to say I was shocked when I woke up to something touching me. A part of me which was on my pillow and therefore meant that the something was also on my pillow. Naturally I tentatively opened my eyes to confront this thing. And discovered it was an ear. My four-footed companion’s ear to be exact!
And evidently she rather enjoys the pillow. The more pillow she gets the happier she is. That’s rather what I believe, based on her behavior when I tried to remove her doggie head of my people pillow. You see she didn’t want to move and then when I got her moved off the pillow she used her ninja stealth to sneak back up and take over more pillow space.
I hope my new pillow is as good as my old one. Because I don’t I will be getting my old one back. The dog has turned it into her complete body pillow!
For some reason today bed seemed like a good idea. The minute I woke up to start my day, it really felt like bed would be a good idea. So of course I got up and left bed. I mean just because staying in bed seems like a good idea doesn’t mean one should follow it.
Las I went about my morning routine, bed still seemed like a good idea. Actually bed seemed like the right place to be. It doesn’t usually work this way for me. Usually for me, bed isn’t a good idea in that I’d rather not be there unless I feel like utter rubbish. I didn’t feel like utter rubbish today, but bed was comfortable and cozy and so it seemed like an ideal place. Not that it was the ideal place, just comfortable.
And you know how it goes when you do something like tempt fate by doing what doesn’t feel right. I ended up spilling coffee all over my shoes. They had been white Keds. Now not so much. Oh sure they are still Keds, just coloured by moi!
I missed my stop on the line so had to walk back in my freshly coloured and slightly damp Keds more than a few blocks. When I really didn’t want to walk back anywhere because I wanted to already be where I was supposed to be. So no time to buy a fresh coffee.
When I finally got home I realized I had forgotten to pick up an item. But I’m not going back, I will simply make do without said item. I mean it’s not a big deal at all. Until I went to cook and remembered it was a key ingredient. And of course I didn’t pull out all my ingredients prior to cooking because that would be too sensible. So I ordered food in.
Now you’d think that I’d easily fall back into my bed after the interruption of the day I had lived without any issues. But of course now there is no comfortable spots to be found. All because I disrespected the allure of bed today.
Who wakes someone up out of a nice, deep sleep? Especially around two in the morning? Who does that I ask. Or I should say who does that used to be the question because I found out today who does that.
It wasn’t someone on the phone, which happens now and then. But let’s be honest people phoning you can’t see that you are in a nice, deep and peaceful sleep. Unless you have some unusual arrangement. Either that or you have some hidden cameras you didn’t know about! 😕
Nope it wasn’t the phone, just as it wasn’t someone stumbling to our door and ringing the bell. Again that’s somewhat understandable because someone outside your house surely isn’t going to be aware that you are sleeping peacefully.
But who is guilty of this ummm crime is Beloved. Not Beloved who just stumbled home and accidentally woke me up either. This is Beloved who woke up with a strange feeling and came to share it with me. He actually stopped and observed that I was sleeping peacefully. He knew the need my body had for that deep sleep since lupus demands such a huge cut of my energy each day. And still he woke me up. Him not the dogs mind you.
In order to wake me up he had to decide that what he wanted to share was worthy of waking me up. Check. He then had to go about waking me up, more than one attempt may be required. Check. And finally he had to share that lopsided grin of his with me as he asked if I was awake. Check. And duck. Because I threw a pillow at his way. And missed because I was suddenly awake from a deep sleep.
So in case you wonder, it’s the people you love and who claim to love you back that will do this to you. And yes you will still live them because who does that? Love does that!