I thought I would use the 30 minute span of time after the Motrin kicks in where I feel fairly normal to pen a few lines.
I’ve barely left my bed for the entire weekend, and when I have it’s not been pleasant for me, nor for anyone having to look at me. God help them if they say anything even slightly negative to me. I just may rip out their jugular and use it to jump rope.
Joshy B has kept me company, choosing to bring his laptop into my room and climb in bed with me and play while I rest.
At one point, I asked Josh to feel my forehead. He leaned over, put his hand on my head and said, “Mom. You’re so hot.”
“Oh no,” was my reply. I made a frowny face because isn’t that what you do when someone tells you that you have a fever?
He thought for a minute and then said, “When I said you were hot, I meant that in the way that you are beautiful. Let me check your forehead again.”
He reached out to gently lay his hand across my head, with my hair matted and stuck to my face. “Yup. Your forehead is hot too.”
Then, he turned back to his game and started clicking away, talking to whatever character on the screen he is controlling at the moment.
So with being sick, I’ve been alternating between burning hot and freezing cold. When I’m freezing cold, my entire body hurts. I snuggle up under 5 or 6 blankets and just drift in and out. However, now I am afraid to go back to sleep.
You see, it’s usually someone coming to check on me that wakes me up. Not this last time. I was clawing at my vajayjay, as if I couldn’t wait to get to it. I didn’t hurt myself or anything, but it seemed rather lustful. Almost like I was trying to take advantage of myself in my sleep.
Have you ever woken yourself up in a disturbing manner? Have you woken yourself up sexually?