|You remember Steven King's- IT?|
I don't sleep much... ever(raise your hand if you do right?)! And last night's volume of lethargy was on the side of less than I fancy. It was one of those nights, when your either being aggressive with a high or rotting teeth while treating a low.
So last night's poison was the pain in the ass high that would not succumb to my mad rage bolus skills. NOPE... THE D HAS THE PMS(THE BIOTCH IS ON MY SCHEDULE NOW!)
ANYWHO... 454 at 1am is not my idea of fun. So I shot him up with some of the liquid gold thinking that I totally fucked up that "swag" on the Strawberry Short Cake. Then I set my alarm for 3am.
At 2:30am I jump up in a full panic... I had JUST pulled my zombie like son out of a four lane highway full of traffic. It was like a movie... He was suppose to be at school. From the outside, I watched him wonder around in no apparent direction. Then he went through a fence and suddenly ended up on the highway. Then I was in the movie with him... I noticed him as I was driving down the highway.
Never mind that my kids school is inside the neighborhood and no where near a four lane highway. Nor did I recognize the office staff(we have awesome office ladies btw).
So while I was up I decided to go ahead and check. Beep. Poke. Suck. Beep. Beep. Countdown... 377. Okay, total opposite of the low my suckity dream had me prepared for. Insert rage bolus and set alarm for 4:30(only brought him down to 254 btw).
I think I fell asleep around 3:15. I fell back to sleep thinking about that dream. I woke up this morning thinking about that dream.
I keep wondering what the crap it was about. Am I so consumed with stress and fear that I have to dream about it too?
Give me the clown any day... I don't want to see my son in danger anymore. Even if it IS just a
I know - I know... I'm loosing it!