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I've decided that to bide my time I'm going to attempt to try and make a journal entry every couple of days. Getting back on a current journal track has been on my to-do list for quite some time.

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So yesterday I couldn't get any sleep at all. Yesterday was actually a decent day otherwise, because they were the day I finally started eating real food. I had macaroni and cheese, oatmeal, and.. um.. Some other stuff I can't remember. Still have to eat it with a baby spoon, and mash everything up into... mash... Which makes eating an incredibly ardous process, but nontheless it's not puree or baby food, which is a huge step up. Yesterday also earmarked the day when I quit having fever-induced nightmares. Which... Could also be because I didn't sleep at all, but trust me, any time when you're not being courted around the neighborhood with a retired depressed Ms. Manners is good.

And yes, I had nightmares about Ms. Manners. It wasn't even the real Ms. Manners, it was like a legally blonde actor except with brown hair. And she wore all pink like the legally blonde girl too. Uaughh. I suppose having nightmares about Ms. Manners of all people says loads about my personal problems. I could have had nightmares about dinosaurs or monsters or rainbowbow colored bunnies but no. I just had to deal with extremely uncomfortable situations and a woman who was just so sad her compassion for manners just wasn't shared with everyone else. THE HORROR.

Regardless, all was well and good until night time came and I tried to go to sleep. My parents have been keeping watch on me. It's kind of like suicide watch, almost. Somehow, through the sheer force of their own exaustion I'm sure, I managed to convince them I wouldn't die last night and they slept in their own bed. Meanwhile, I tried to fall asleep until about 2am when I said ******** it and started watching recorded marathons of Venture Brothers and House I had missed. By about 3 or 4am my chin would not stop ITCHING. It was kind of like pain, but it wasn't numbness. It was itching. It was so horrible I tried to take pain meds. But of course I had to wake up my dear old parents 'cause lawl suicide watch thing, gotta get permission for med use. Anyway I'd chronically overdosed on tylenol that day so they decided to try this other thing that had been prescribed, but stressed it's what made me nauseous in the first place and I was like OH MY GOD ITCHING so I took it and then drank some protein shakes and hope it worked.

Well it made me neaseous but I didn't succumb to the horrible evil vomiting, and then it literally knocked me out where I had THE WORST THREE HOURS OF SLEEP EVER. I normally dream in third person. So normally, when I'm in a dream, I know. It's not livid, but I know it's a dream, which is sort of why I almost never have nightmares usually.

But these dreams. Oh god. They were in first person, and I couldn't tell they were dreams at first. I think they were livid but I'm not sure. I only slept really until 5am to like 8am, but oh dear god it was horrible. In the dream, I was sleeping on the couch, I'd wake up, and I'd feel like I couldn't breathe. So I'd try to call one of my parents, and they'd come down, but they wouldn't do anything while I lay dying, or made up some dumb psychological excuse. Then, I would wake up from that dream, only to realize that the previous dream was in face a dream, and I'd be on the couch, and I'd realize I couldn't breathe, try to get my parents, and then... I'd wake up... INFINITE LOOP. And this happened like. I don't know, three times before I caught on and tried to get my parents to "wake me up" somehow. But it's like the dream parents would know and be sinister about it. They'd be like "Oh you're just mistaken" or something but THEY KNEW! THEY KNEW

It was the most horrifying thing I'd ever exprienced. I expirenced this loop maybe 10 - 15 times before I finally woke up for real, called for my dad, he came, did something different that made me know this was in fact for real, and I was like "Oh thank god." It was like Death comedy's version of Groundhog day mixed with the Matrix. NEVER TAKING THAT PAIN KILLER AGAIN.
Note for future reference: That specific pain killer causes HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES.

So then at noon I had the appointment witht he doctor, but I was still kind of knocked out from the painkiller. He gave me some new rubberbands and prescribed a different antibiotic that thankfully doesn't taste as horrible as liquid penicillion, answered some questions in no smooth fashion, and then I was off to death with my horrible exaustion and yet still the inability to sleep.

He also said I should try a water pik to clean my teeth.
OH MY GOD WATER PIKS.
I've never heard of one before but apparently we have one already so my dad got it out and showed me how to use it. Basically, it's like a little tiny pressure washer for your mouth. ANd it is like. The most messy thing ever. I turned it on and water went ******** EVERYWHERE. In my mouth, over my face, on the mirror, all over the bathroom. ******** POWERFUL.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE WATER PIKS.

Nontheless it did it's job and cleaned the pretty horrendous sink too, since that was where I happened to be pointing it half the time since I was scared the water would kill my insides.

Other than that, had a pretty cool day. Headaches, extreme exaustion, house reruns. Cold, hot, my entire mouth went numb. It didn't used to be numb. So now it's harder to talk (Not that I was doing much of it before) and I am drooling constantly. I honestly stopped trying control it. As I've sat here typing this up, I'm sitting crosslegged in the chair. My pants legs are literally SOAKED with drool.
You know what the cool part is? I can't even feel myself drooling! I can't feel anything, until it hits around my neck area. Because the whole damn thing went numb.

I blame the nightmare inducing painkiller.