Like I said: it drives PTs and nurses nuts to see but 95% of people do the hunchback of Notre Dame thing. It got to the point tha if 12 hour charge nurse shift in a nursing home I couldn’t stand to watch the hordes turtle stampede on their way to the dining room-hurt my head.
Slow-sipping a cup of coffee, tapping away at my iPad, sitting in front of my Daylight light therapy lamp while my cat stomps around between my hands and the keyboard, occasionally bumping the mug and sloshing some coffee. At the moment she’s laying on my left arm immobilizing it so I’m having to hunt and peck. The special lamp first thing in the morning is supposed to help reset my circadian rhythm and sleep center, which the TBI persists in altering-daylight savings time is no help there either. I’m going to sit somewhere first thing in the morning, drinking
and reading the MMP, no harm in doing it in front of the Ghostbusters lamp my psychiatrist kid sent me. Might help, doesn’t hurt.
…Light therapy is eye exposure to an artificial light source that emits strong light, mimicking sunlight. This aids your body in the production of melatonin and serotonin when you have limited sunlight exposure. By replacing that lost sunlight, you can fall asleep more easily at night and feel happier and more energised during the day.…
I do melatonin at night and Provigil in the morning. Mostly my FUBARed sleep center just laughs at me and my days and nights stay upside down. Insomnia are brain injuries is are cruel taskmasters. Beats the alternative though.
I’m due to go teach literacy at the library in a few hours, which gets me into a bra and adult going out of the house in real clothes, up and out of the house and into the world populated with real life people 3 times a week. It’s volunteering I wish I’d started doing years before I did but Covid got in the way.f that for a couple of years. Lots of students who’ve been in refugee camps 7-10 years before they’re allowed to come here. From Myanmar, Iraq, Afghanistan, Ukraine, Syria, Morocco, Mexico, Columbia. They leave behind spouses and elderly parents for years and years and careers as doctors and engineers to come here to work in a factory assembly line or making pet food. Mondays and Wednesdays it’s Beginning English at the public library. Fridays it’s a two hour Conversational English class for Arabic speaking women, at a neighborhood community center sponsored by the Seventh Day Adventist Church. That is lots of fun, we laugh a lot as I explain things like ‘gesundheit!’, Halloween and all the inexplicable things we Americans do and say. They greet me with formalized kisses and call me
, we drink strong Iraqi tea and they bring me delicious foods from their kitchens. They teach me about Ramadan, hajibs and resilience and persistence and gratitude. I’m pretty sure I get more of it than I give.
The cat is back and my coffee is gone. Time for cup #2 and more Mumper reading. One lone fly is buzzing around, driving the Siamese nuts. “Flying sky raisins” I think doggio or @JohnnyLA calls them. She’s gonna launch herself at it any second and I’m going end up sacrificing some blood.
Such is the exciting morning at Casa Boo. At least tonight I’ll get to go over for dinner and to help with bedtime with my grandkidlets tonight. They were touristing in Washington DC these past 10 days and I missed two, count ‘em two Grandma play day Sundays. They flew into Omaha last night. I hear Sorenson liked the whale skeletons at the National History Museum and Harriet counted all the dogs she saw and wanted to meet the Biden cat Willow at the White House. She was so proud of swimming “all the way across the pool at the hotel without touching the bottom”. She actually wrote me a letter about her swim and her dog count. I think her parents just tried to survive.