Sanity Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be!

Written By: JoJoisms - Feb• 14•18

This is MY mug!

I wrote this saying from out of all the times I’ve wandered into the family room looking for a sandwich.  I’ve had insomnia since before my son was born–18 years ago.  I’ve tried just about everything, but the only thing that works for me is a muscle relaxer.  It’s used for Fibro pain (which I have also), but has the added side effect of making you sleepy.  I take it at night before bed. Most nights I sleep much longer, though I still get up a few times a night. However, SOME nights are like last week.

I dreamed that Mug Man had to go somewhere and my son was supposed to drive us home from somewhere weird where we’d been for an unspecified period of time.  My son knew the way. I didn’t and it was late so he drove, but we quickly realized he took a wrong turn. So we stopped at a tri-level auto garage to ask for directions.  Leaving the garage, my son, my MIL, and I had to navigate down some steep yet narrow steps that almost resembled a ramp.  My MIL is 93 so I was a bit concerned, but in heartbeat we were in the car traveling down the street when we realized that it was covered with quite uneven ice patches.  I told my son to be careful when suddenly the street became a water slide ride.  Fearing the water would seep into the cabin of the car, it morphed into a Flintstone-esk log car.  After a minute or two, we noticed that the ride hadn’t finished construction yet and so we began yelling for the construction workers to help us.  Dressed as Keystone Cops in rain attire, they just looked at us and smiled.  That’s when I woke up.  Mug Man told me to go back to sleep, but I was not yet ready to finish that ride so I went into the living room to do a bit of social media.

Later, Mug Man couldn’t sleep so he, too, came out to the living room and, both sleepy, but unable to sleep, we sat there looking at each other.  Suddenly, Oatmeal Girl appeared!  She was so proud of herself for making all gone that she had quite a look of pride on her face.  Her father’s face was a bit different as most of the oatmeal was on his daughter’s face. She was especially cute at that moment when a man appeared next to her and told her she was so adorable that he wanted her to be his baby girlfriend.  I wasn’t quite sure I liked the sound of that.  That’s when I woke up.  Mug Man was snoring.

After a few minutes, a large cartoon looking woman dressed in a flowing blue dress with an orange scarf tied around her hair and holding a red bar of soap floated behind the couch. It occurred to me that nobody could float BEHIND the couch as it backs up to the wall.  That’s when I woke up.  That’s also when it finally seemed odd that she would be floating at all.

Looking down at the large pot of hot water that was sitting on the BBQ in the family room, I noticed that, as the pot warmed, the pot became pliable and morphed into a heart shaped pot.  But we don’t have a BBQ in the family room so it was suddenly in the kitchen on the stove.  That’s when I woke up.

I decided that, since I’d been asleep for maybe two hours total and it was already 7:45am, I’d might as well get dressed for church.  I was a bit concerned that I might shower with toothpaste, but it wasn’t IN the shower so-problem averted.  I hadn’t yet had my coffee…which might explain why I almost walked out of the shower before realizing I hadn’t yet washed my hair!

Cyclobenzaprine (muscle relaxer) does warn you that you may have “weird dreams” from time to time.  I think these would fit that description, don’t you? I’ve always said that my life is like a series of comedy sketches and all I do is write them down.  Having had chronic illness for almost 40 years, been married for 31 yrs, and a mom for 27 years, I think that Sanity Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be.  There are times when things are frustrating, but it certainly makes for an interesting life, don’t you think? 


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