Pros: I've had the opportunity to connect more with beloved friends. I've also had the chance to focus on celebrating and learning me, delving more deeply into my passions and interests. It turns out that having 3 evenings each week to dedicate to myself is allowing me lot of growth, reflection, questioning, and general health.
Cons: I've developed a tremor, depression, significant anxiety, have started sleepwalking, and engaging in what my GP describes as "narcolepsy with automatic behavior." That's fun. Or not.
Let me try to explain by way of example.
As you all know by now, The Socialist moved to her own side of the house several months ago - we're now living truly as housemates and coparents. When Little Smye asked her if we're married, the answer was 'no.'
Anyway, one night about a month ago, The Socialist was getting home late from a hospice choir she sings in and heard strange sounds coming from the bathroom. She knocked - no answer. She knocked again and called to me "Smye, are you alright in there?" No answer.
Concerned, she opened the door to find me standing on the bathroom counter. Urinating. Into the bathrub. Across the walk way.
"Um, Smye. What are you doing?"
*Mumble mumble mumble*
"No really, Smye, I'm sure there's a reason, why are you peeing in the tub?"
"I've been elected to City Council. This is tradition good sir. I'm merely following in the footsteps of my forebears."
"What?"
"Sir, you mustn't interfere. This is a rite of passage into city government."
...
I have no recollection of this whatsoever. But she's filmed other weird instances of late-night odd behavior. And to those asking - nope. No sleeping pills, alcohol, or other mind altering substances were involved. Just stress, trauma, and sleep deprivation coupled with narcolepsy. Good times.
On the bright side, The Socialist was kind enough to guide me back to bed and gently inform me the next morning of my curious behavior. On the brighter side, even when sleepwalking I apparently have good aim and so had very little mess to clean up the next day.
On the brightest side - modern medicine is amazing and my GP and I are pursuing ways to correct my hynogogic arrests while falling asleep that lead to this erratic fugue-like state.
More to come...
Cons: I've developed a tremor, depression, significant anxiety, have started sleepwalking, and engaging in what my GP describes as "narcolepsy with automatic behavior." That's fun. Or not.
Let me try to explain by way of example.
As you all know by now, The Socialist moved to her own side of the house several months ago - we're now living truly as housemates and coparents. When Little Smye asked her if we're married, the answer was 'no.'
Anyway, one night about a month ago, The Socialist was getting home late from a hospice choir she sings in and heard strange sounds coming from the bathroom. She knocked - no answer. She knocked again and called to me "Smye, are you alright in there?" No answer.
Concerned, she opened the door to find me standing on the bathroom counter. Urinating. Into the bathrub. Across the walk way.
"Um, Smye. What are you doing?"
*Mumble mumble mumble*
"No really, Smye, I'm sure there's a reason, why are you peeing in the tub?"
"I've been elected to City Council. This is tradition good sir. I'm merely following in the footsteps of my forebears."
"What?"
"Sir, you mustn't interfere. This is a rite of passage into city government."
...
I have no recollection of this whatsoever. But she's filmed other weird instances of late-night odd behavior. And to those asking - nope. No sleeping pills, alcohol, or other mind altering substances were involved. Just stress, trauma, and sleep deprivation coupled with narcolepsy. Good times.
On the bright side, The Socialist was kind enough to guide me back to bed and gently inform me the next morning of my curious behavior. On the brighter side, even when sleepwalking I apparently have good aim and so had very little mess to clean up the next day.
On the brightest side - modern medicine is amazing and my GP and I are pursuing ways to correct my hynogogic arrests while falling asleep that lead to this erratic fugue-like state.
More to come...
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