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Monday, November 12, 2012

A Team

It is nearly two in the morning. I am listening to the rain and Andrew's breathing. I think he might want me to wake him if he knew that I was still up but i am not going to. We are a team. That's what he said earlier when he was hugging me and I was apologizing for my irrational sadness. I agree with him. We are a team so I'd rather not sink both of us. I'm going to have a shit time getting stuff done tomorrow. I know his stuff isn't easy either.
By sadness, I mean depression. I would  say that it's passed now but I think that depression is why I'm still awake. Did you know that depression is a symptom of mercury poisoning? (no I haven't been exposed to high levels of mercury in case you were worried.)
Anyway, the strange, terrifying, sadness has passed. I'm just awake... and blogging... Andrew is talking in his sleep. He just twitched and said "I don't know." I wonder what he is dreaming about.

My sciatic nerve was freaking out am making my leg hurt like a mother. I stole that phrase from my friend Tera in high school. She would say "hurts like a mother" and leave it at that. I found it very apt phrasing. As far as I know I've never met any Edipis types but I have met lots of mothers and let me tell you... Don't piss off a mother.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah sciatic nerve was making my whole leg ache and go numb, so Andrew gave me a back/leg message which helped a lot. He also helped me get nice and by piling the heater blanket and a bunch of normal blanket on me. My leg still hurts but at least no yammering in pain. Sciatica is weird. According to wikipedia, it's not a condition. It's a set of symptoms. That makes sense to me. As far as I know most people get sciatica at some point. It's a compressed or irritated nerve. The rain is nice to listen to.

Andrew covered the top of the chickens coup with plastic when it started raining in earnest a month ago.  The chickens were walking around looking soggy and myserable. They could of course have gone in their house to get out of the rain, but they didn't. I guess they didn't want to. The plastic keeps them nice and dry. It also makes nice sounds when the rain hits it. It magnifies the rain sound the same way that the gutters do.

I think I could sleep now but I feel at peace with the world. I don't want to lose that feeling. It's funny. Two in the morning is usually the time when mind demons are the strongest.

I just had a very long text chat with a friend/ acquaintance from middle school named Holly. It was a lovely chat and gave me something new to think about. I think I owe at least some of this peaceful feeling to her.  I should thank her. She seems to have troubles and uncertainties of her own. I bet she doesn't know what a difference she made to me.

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