Death, Dream, Ducks...

Have you ever awaken in a nasty cold sweat?
I had the weirdest dream ever…
Do you know in those sci-fi movies when they stop the people meandering around in a normal day’s setting of behavior, let’s say for argument’s sake a quiet summer’s day in the center of a town with a Gazebo type bandstand in the middle, yes one of those all American Fourth of July’s; everyone’s concept of how things looked in the 1950’s and then without warning they all, the people, stop in their tracks and become as stiff as statutes? Not unlike, The Day the Earth Stood Still, circa 1951, although they remade it in 2008, which the first comes to mind, the original is more accurate in what I saw last night, but mine was just a wee bit more different since they were all under water and so was I…
The entire stop action moment appeared to be like I was drowning but unable to move up or down and I was about to call out but I saw everyone else and realized that it would be for naught and so I jerked myself awake for fear if I did not I would be dead, yea, that’s right, dead, how odd, and frightening is that?

And so I lowered the air-conditioning thermostat again and this is not a very good thing since I never ever turn on the light since my concern is with waking Hubby up. You see, it’s in the hallway and instead of closing the bedroom door to see what I am doing I just wait and listen for the air to turn on again. One morning I awoke to it set on 64 degrees Fahrenheit, didn’t know it could go down that low, huh?
My reasoning for lowering the air and to cooling me is that it is supposed to be more healthful and enable MS people to sleep better; actually live better, but we all know in Florida that’s why we are here for its warmth... how ironic. This is truly what makes us stronger, temperature dilemmas? Well, when all is said and done it will come down to that I bet? (Anyone hear of Global Warming? I rest my case.)

Any-who, after all was done to my advantage it turns out my bedtime would not continue no matter how hard I tried and so at approximately five thirty A.M. I got out of bed and into this room to start my day… in front of my old buddy here.
I had time to absorb what had happened to me and my conclusion was that it truly did throw me, for a while, during that experience, I did think if I did not leave the bed I would die in my sleep, quite unnerving, huh?
I would say most definitely so!

Now, I am not totally crazy just yet, which I do know is debatable, but go with me here anyway, OK? And what I did discover on a short snap of research is that steroids have been notorious for causing all sorts of mental contortions and even hallucinations and so I finally gave in to that as my ghastly causal effect of night terror.
As we all know that many medications legal and non legal can alter brain waves and it’s not like my first time too.
Oh no, I never ever took illicit drugs even back in the 1960’s, which I think some may not believe but that is very true. You can ask Hubby he was there too…
I was given pain injections for a back injury in 1983 in a hospital setting that caused that horrendous effect induced by medical people, nurses while I was in traction in a well renowned NJ hospital, scary!
The so-called needed meds caused hallucinations and also the same two medications caused me to be coded, yep just like in your favorite TV medical show where they were zapping me!
Those two meds have been on my allergy list ever since then.

It took me a year and half after that to even take a non-aspirin pain reliever; it had scared the heck out of me and Hubby and our sons who witnessed that strange behavior, for them it was traumatic to this day for that I am sure!

And so I have been very nervous to say the least with the volume of medications that both Hubby and I have been given, and I suppose that alone could have caught up with me in my dreams/nightmares of last night… who knows?

Oh I had ducks in my title too and yep they were NOT in my dream or a hallucination they were those parasitic not so lovely looking breed that is much better eaten then to view, no cute little yellow duckies here, they were Moscovy ducks, molted and lumpy bumpy rather ugly. I suppose not unlike what I have evolved into, hmmm, interesting when we can relate what we perceive as beauty or not beauty to a human form in an animal, huh? They were two to be exact that decided to take a morning swim in our pool, yuck and quite odd since we live on a saltwater canal, so why?

I suppose that was unkind of me but I do have a tendency to call as I see ‘em when I can that is...PS those two waterfowl did not want to leave either Skipper tried his darnedest to wrangle them from the pool but they ducked under, excuse the redundant rightfully so term, and swam beneath the water to all our dismays. Hubby even tried to use the skimmer net pole as a Shepard’s crook would be used too but alas getting Skipper inside and waiting patiently finally was all we could do, oh well… sometimes doing nothing is better than something, huh?

On that note of resignation on duck rearing practices let me be the first to ask you to take care, be well and happy and may peace come to you and yours and kindly share all those blessings and we will too!

And next time for my own selfish sake please be here or be square, ya hear?