Cesare is a nocturnal seizer. That's not a word, by the way, but should be. He seizes almost 100% at night. He does not have tonic clonic seizures but he is partial to clusters. He really likes clusters. So when he gets rolling, I need to give him Ativan to stop the clusters or if really, really bad rectal Diastat..though he hasn't needed that in years. What happens when you cross a woman "of a certain age" with many nights of interrupted sleep? I don't know. What was the question?
My head is frequently scrambled. That's hard when I work with emotionally disturbed teens. They demand so much, rightly so. But my memory is just awful. With my middle schoolers, I often hide my bamboozlement behind an oft told tale that I am 104 years old. (When I recently slipped and told them about turning 50 one little cupid said "I KNEW you weren't 104!!" Thank you.)
I have a confession to make: I yearn for a cold. A rip roaring, coughing, stuffy nose, oozing cold. A fever would be icing on the top, but it isn't absolutely necessary. Know why? Nyquill Night Time Cold Reliever. It is a legitimate way to get a solid nights sleep. It is a note from a parent covering a skip day at school. It is a Federal Holiday when work is oppressive. It is a snow day, a vacation day. It is Queen for a day. I have no guilt, and let the chips fall where they may. This may be foolish, and maybe foolhardy. But once in a while, I just need to sleep. So please, cough on me, and bring on the Puffs Plus and the licorice spiked Nyquill 'cause Mr. Sandman....I'm coming your way.
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