Oh Anne. I am so sorry.
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Hubby used to sleepwalk--or sleep interact--and it was years before I realized that's what was going on. I told him once what he said to me in that state, and he nearly broke down in tears. He swore that didn't believe that of me, but I was never able to shake the idea that some entity in his brain couldn't have said it if he'd never had thought it. I didn't tell him anything else, I'd just say his evil twin had been by.
Oh Anne, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, Anne.
I'm sorry Anne.
Thank you. I managed to sleep last night, but my chest feels all panicky tight. I know Mom's up, but she's hermiting.
Something about this feels like the moment when Everything Changes.
I hope it's ultimately for the better, even though things seem like a world of suck right now.
Oh, Anne! I hope it all seems more cope-able this morning. I hope that doctors will be consulted and have good practical things they can do.
Mom headed out early this a.m. before I actually got up - I heard her moving around upstairs in the wee hours, but I didn't actually hear her leave, so I thought she was still here. She went back home to look after her dog. Continued ~ma will be welcome - I don't know yet if she's coming back here tonight.
When she's massively stressed, she goes into deep hermit mode for a few days. It's something she needs, but it's scary as hell for me - I made her promise to check in via text a few times a day.
Much ~ma for your mother, Anne.