I really needed a laugh when I got to work this morning, and you lovely people provided it.
HP- If I was in your dream, I'm sure you woke up with a smile. Mojo - Queen of Analogies, I was diving in the trash can in my mind before I even read what you wrote. Barney - What did I do to get HP to think about me and sex? I'd love to say I had an out-of-body experience in which I zoomed down Interstate 70 and visited her, but the reality is much more simple: she must've had pickles and ice cream right before bed.
Hairdog - who dreams of dumpster diving and wishes the JGI method would work, rather than JGHSATF. (just getting him slapped across the face).
It's all of thoise pictures that were posted a bit back when we got to take a look at what some of us look like... That might have spurred the already over-active imagination of some of us....You do have to admit that we are a very fine looking bunch of folks.... and we are all visual people to a certain degree.
So I won't tell about my dream last Saturday night....
Let's just say that I woke up all drenched in sweat and it was NOT a hot flash! Besides, it was very graphic and as graphic as this forum is at times, this was pure imagination. Suffice it to say that it was satisfying and frustrating at the same time.
Unfortunatly, is was only a very vivid dream. I think I remember from my psychology classes something about vivid dreaming, where you have conversations, see in color, taste the food, and feel the touch. It's not common but can occur. This dream was very vivid and I don't have to try and interpret it at all. It demonstrated to me that I am doing the right thing by moving out and moving on.
I think it definitely would have been but at 8:30 H was hit with an attack of vertigo that left him feeling pukey all night long. This happens to him about 3 times a year. It last for a few days and then he feels better.
My H is really hyper and on the move all the time. If I see him sitting down in broad daylight I feel slightly taken aback and ask if he's tired. If I see him LAYING DOWN (as I did last night) I become totally alarmed and rush in to see what is the matter. It is that unusual. So...it was just vertigo and he feels dizzy and very nauseated for a few days and then it vanishes. Anyone have any experience with this?
One interesting thing was that I came to sit next to him before bed and he began kissing me. Just like the night before, they were engaged and good kisses. We kept kissing and had a hard time not flat out making OUT in front of the kids (who were of course hanging on me).
I was a little confused because a half hour earlier he was sick from the vertigo...he said that he was feeling a little better but mostly it was because he was sitting perfectly still and I was willing to lean over and kiss him. By the time we went to bed, he was not too ill to ML but he was totally over any horniness he may have been feeling during the kissing session. So I wished him a good night's sleep and massaged his forehead.
Quote: So...it was just vertigo and he feels dizzy and very nauseated for a few days and then it vanishes. Anyone have any experience with this?
Does he have low blood pressure? I do and it sometimes makes me feel dizzy and not really nauseous but that feeling of the blood rushing away from your head that sometimes occurs with nausea. My second guess would be an inner ear problem.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
You know, I don't know a thing about his bp. Isn't that odd.
He has borderline high cholesterol (which is odd since he is the most physically fit person I personally know--my BIL was joking the other day saying he wants to train H for the Tour de France so he can kick Lance's booty...sorry Dave I know that is blasphemous to you!:)
Anyway, I have low bp also and know the feeling you are talking about. I believe that his is a little different. It is not permanent, of course, but it lasts a few days and doesn't go away with a change of position. (though sitting or laying is much better than standing)
He went to an ENT specialist a few years back when it first occurred and ended up with a diagnosis of "vertigo". No real treatment (from my understanding there isn't any unless it is a chronic condition). Frankly I was astounded that he went to the doctor in the first place.
We'll see. Right now, it is just a nuisance for him (and for me, LOL).
Now, Mojo my wise one, here is another question for you:
Why are two year olds SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD????????
Quote: Why are two year olds SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD????????
I don't know, but I've found that if I mentally replace the word "bad" with the word "spirited", I am better able to deal with them. They are just very HD for things like cookies and hitting acquaintances on the head with plastic bats. Perhaps we would all be better served if we brought a bit of the spirited self-involvement of a two-year-old cookie monster to bear upon the problem of a SSM. After all, if you threw a complete temper tantrum every time Mr. H seemed unwilling to give you sex, you would give him a very clear two-choice dilemma in which he would have to choose between f*cking you or calling the men in the white jackets.
Actually, this relates to the other mental trick I used to use when dealing with two-year-olds, I would just observe to myself that if an adult behaved that way in my presence I would have to call the police. Recognizing this fact allowed me to rationalize my anger and thereby dissipate it.
P.S. The third trick I used was to tell myself that though I couldn't possibly take on a two-year-old in terms of sheer energy and force of will, I was more intelligent than a two-year-old. Thus, if you had visited my home circa 1989 you would have found a kitchen in which all the cupboards and the refridgerator were sealed with bungee cords.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Yeah, it just felt good to say BAAAAAD. She is not a bad kid, nor is she even spirited. As far as two yo's go, she is on the milder end of the spectrum. Not mild, but mild-er than, say, my older daughter who is a spitting image of her mother and was hell on wheels for about 2.5 years. The younger one is a cryer and that drives me batsh!t. I'd rather have a kid any day be defiant in my face and tell me to go jump in the river (like D5 would have) than cry incessantly in frustration.
BUT! She's much better now and all is well.
Now if H would only come home for a nooner, I'd be in good shape.
Besides, it was very graphic and as graphic as this forum is at times, this was pure imagination. Suffice it to say that it was satisfying and frustrating at the same time. 