I've never slept so well.

So important! Good to hear it is working for you. Do you have the MRI scheduled now that the fiends have approved it?

Oooh. Where did you get that, SJ? I think Aidan needs one, and possibly Greg, who has also recently been diagnosed as autistic! High functioning (they don't actually use aspergers anymore), but definitely autistic. It explains so much.

Therapy today. I have met quite a few therapists over the last few years, and never met one as awesome as the one we have now. She and I finish one another's sentences sometimes. She is also a trauma survivor, and ought to be a buffista.

You guys are the best people ever, hands down. I don't know what I'd do without you. I decorated the tree this year. The kids have been doing it the last couple of years, but for some reason, this year they just didn't really want to. I was glad I did, though, because a lot of the ornaments on there are from buffistas and other old friends, and it gave me lots of warm fuzzies.

I have a weighted blanket too, and I can't figure out if I'm sleeping better or I'm just convincing myself that I'm sleeping better.

No now I'm waiting to hear from the scheduling department.

I bought it from gravityblankets dot com. Very pricey but worth it.

Cool. I'll check it out.

I got mine from Amazon, btw. They have several.

I've been tempted by weighted blankets (I find the X-ray blanket at the dentists very soothing) but also wonder how like, tossing and turning works with those?

I think Target also has fairly inexpensive weighted blankets. Or you could just have cats ... they'll provide weight and warmth.

I don't want to say Facebook is creepy (wait, yeah I do), but right now on my feed is an ad for weighted blankets. WTF, Facebook.

Facebook is creepy.

I like your tagline, Teppy.

For the record: What do we do? Panic? Freak? I usually panic, but I am happy to freak!

So, saw the therapist on Wednesday. She's very proud of me for posting, and said she will be double-checking with me regularly to be sure I keep it up (man I love an internet savvy therapist. You are NOT ax murderers!) ION, I had to promise to leave the house at least twice a week. I don't mind, mostly, except the promise made it a little nauseating to think about.

I've been all cray-cray this last couple of weeks. I was navigating yesterday and had Greg turn left at one stop light. He asked me, "Are you sure?" And I yelled, "Yes, I'm fucking sure!" and so he jumped over into the turn lane and turned and I realized that I was wrong, so I said, "I was fucking wrong! But I was fucking sure when I said it!" and, poor Greg, said, "Are you being funny right now or are you still pissed?"

My therapist HOWLED when I told her that. After getting over being shocked that I yelled at Greg. I was a little shocked myself. But I was actually trying to be funny after the turn.