The lack of sleep is getting rather boring. It’s starting to influence our functioning and thought patterns. We’re becoming more sensitive to knock backs and the switching is becoming more obvious to the outside world as we’re having to use it to cope with daily functioning.
The amusing side of this dysfunction was obvious yesterday when we found that some paper wasps have been making a nest in the wall gap of the house. The 1st floor was the predominant group present for the discussion about what to do about the nest. As with anything this floor does, it was a rather interesting discussion – the males wanted to blast the nest with carbaryl; S wanted to ask the cute male neighbour to take care of it; and a young one wanting to ignore it and going back to playing in the water.
The scary part of this dysfunction is that we’re again losing quite large chunks of time.
We’re spending a large amount of time curled up on the couch rocking in an attempt to soothe the internal chaos. We’re at the dangerous point of being close to slipping into depression again. The sad and hopeless ones are coming forward. The food issues are starting again.
This week we have to do the final session with Bob. I’m hoping M is around by that time to do the session, I just don’t have the strength to keep it all together.
