Wild-Heart.net

I don’t know why I always feel the need to apologize for not posting but I do. This has been a long week ending in more surreal-ness (is that even a word?) than I ever thought possible. I will explain in the following post which will be password protected. Should you wish to read the post you’re going to have  to request the password either via email or the contact form or instant messenger if you know me well enough to have my screen names for the various services.

At the top of the sidebar you can now find links to an about page and a couple of other things. I’m sure more will follow. But that’s what you get for now.

• The sleep study was aborted. I arrived at the hospital at 21:45 and was all wired-up and ready for sleep. Just as I dozed off my teeth & jaw started hurting. The kind of exposed nerve pain that makes every bit of your body light up in pain and makes you want to pee your pants. I fought it off and attempted to sleep until 02:30 at which point there was not going to be enough time to complete the study should I have happened to fall asleep. Until next time, I suppose.
• I need to rebuild my blogroll. Please, don’t be offended if you used to be on there and currently aren’t. You will be. Most likely sometime Monday.

Tonight’s the night. Yay, me! I can’t sleep if I feel restricted in anyway but I’m supposed to sleep tonight with electrodes and wires taped all over my head and face?

On the bright side, it’s a night where I can attempt to sleep with out fighting off head-locks, elbows, toes and knees or just simply my knee caps being used as foot rests.

I’m going to ask for a copy of the snore recording. If I have to be humiliated enough to have my snoring recorded I’m going to want a copy of it so I can laugh at myself later.

Another bright side? Since my doctor added Cymbalta to my daily cocktail of pills for pain relief and to stop muscle spasms, the Soma now makes me feel stoned when taken as regularly scheduled. I’ve tried going back to three times a day on the Soma but that doesn’t control the spasms. So it’s a choice of being in pain w/tight muscles or have relaxed muscles with nerve pain. I’ll take feeling stoned for now.

One more funny poke at myself, it’s a good thing by husband is into kinky industrial-gothic-bdsm type things because otherwise there is no way in hell the fashion conscious 16 year old girl in me would ever wear such a thing to bed let alone a guy see me with it on.

Early in December I decided to go ahead and switch domain registrar’s for wild-heart.net and got it moved over to Blogs About where the lovely Lisa has been hosting our domains for the past 3+(?) years. In the process of doing that, the old familiar urge to blog about silly and stupid things has returned. Luckily, I was able to convince Lisa to release this layout to the public. Thank you, muchly!

I hope this time it’s a smooth ride. It feels good to be back “home.”