"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:Crash got a barebones system for me, and we're sharing that until his
is returned (he had sent it back for repairs). Therefore, I'll be
using Google until I have my own hard drive in this computer (Crash
inadvertently left my HD in the computer that he sent back). So, I
won't be posting a lot right away.What's with all these hostile newbies? This NG is looking pretty toxic
right about now.News on the health front (there's always something). As long as Crash
and I have been together, I've been beating the snot out of him in my
sleep. Screaming, swearing, punching, kicking, you name it. Finally
found out what it is. REM Sleep Behavior Disorder. What it boils down
to is that I physically act out my (usually violent) dreams. (Google
it)Very rare condition, usually suffered by middle aged and elderly males.
Most of the articles I've read online mention Parkinson's in relation
to this other thing. I've intentionally not read about that.Crash also reports me laughing boisterously for long periods of time
for no discernable reason. I have awakened twice while turning the
pages of a non-existent book. Crash says I also do a lot of writing in
the air at night.So now we know what it is. Too bad we can't get rid of the violence
and keep the comical stuff. LOL! One of the treatments for this
disorder is a small dose of Klonopin. I'm already taking the stuff,
but now I'm bringing it up to the suggested dose at night. We'll just
have to see what happens. At this point, my shrink has told me that
this disorder is physiologically impossible. I think he's got some
reading to do.I think that pretty much brings us up to date. Good to see some
smiling faces!Peace,
Carol
I used to giggle in my sleep. At least from the time I was a teenager, maybe
earlier. I never knew I did it, but my parents would tell me. My DH
confirmed that I'd laugh while I was sleeping. One night I was laughing so
hard, I woke myself up, and once awake, I remembered laughing, but didn't
know what I was laughing about, and that was funny, so I was laughing
harder. Eventually, DH woke up, heard my muffled gasps (from trying not to
wake him) and thought I was crying. So he said, "Oh, what's wrong, honey?"
all sympathetic, and that really set me off. I couldn't stop laughing, and
certainly couldn't explain what was funny. It was a very odd night.
Donna