Courtesy of Dysautonomia and the working diagnosis of Mitochondrial Disease, I have no functioning sleep wake cycle. Circadian rhythm is a joke. My poor brain is very discombobulated and without chemical assistance is never able to fully awaken and is never able to fully fall asleep. It is like an endless night of the living dead. I take my "lets convince the brain to wake up medicine" as soon as I get up in the morning, but there is about a one hour lag between when I take them and when they convince my brain to wake up. That one hour has led to some great family stories of the hysterical things I have reportedly said and done, and more than a few unexplained bruises. This morning was a great example of my brain NOT on drugs.
I made myself a cup of coffee, which I can do in my sleep thanks to a coffee maker upgrade back last fall. You pour boiling water across your lap once because of a combination of not being awake and poor arm strength and you quickly problem solve. I love Klaus my Keurig coffee maker. So I took my heat resistant, silicone lidded cup of coffee with me into the bathroom where I get dressed (I know, some may say eww but I was not using the toilet or flushing it so hush). I set my coffee down in the bathroom and then went to gather up my clothes. I then tossed my clothes into the bathroom (my wheelchair does not fit - by a freaking inch- so I transfer to a walker) and went to turn the light on. I stared at the two switches. I tried one, but that only made the room darker so that was no good. I put that back where I found it. I tried the other one, but that just made an annoyingly loud noise, so I put that back where I found it. OK, come on I know one of these had to be the light switch! TWO minutes later I realized the lights were already on!! Nice. As I was getting dressed I discovered that when I got dressed yesterday morning after my bath I had not only put my underwear on backwards but inside out - and had not noticed it for 24 hours. Bonus. I managed to get dressed with everything in the correct position, sipping coffee along the way. Teeth brushed, hair pulled back into sloppy ponytail, I finally looked in the mirror. I decided I needed to apply Cetaphil. I took the lid off of the jar and stuck my finger inside only to discover I had just stuck my finger in my coffee. Coffee as a facial was not going to do it for me. I tried that again with the correct lotion which worked so much better. Then I came out into the living room to put on my AFOs and shoes. Putting my AFOs on is a wrestling match (if you want to know why look at the post two entries ago with photos of the spasticity and dystonia in my feet), so at first it did not occur to me that I was having an unusually hard time getting my brace on. Five minutes later it occurred to me that it was the wrong brace. Odd thing is that the curve of the wrong brace was a more comfortable fit to my foot in many ways - it let me keep them curled.
This is why I have a rule with anyone who might come in contact with me during that hour lag period that nothing I say or do can be used against me. I am not to be held accountable to anything you might convince me to agree to doing and anything I say that makes no sense can not be used to humiliate me. The same thing applies to the lag period between when I take my "convince the brain to go to sleep medicine" and actually fall asleep!!