Just as I had hoped, after getting to bed early last evening ─ it was ahead of 9 p.m. ─ I was able to nap better than usual over the evening; and as a result, I felt quite restored when I later rose during the midnight hour.
My wife had gone out before I made my early evening retirement; and as she was leaving, she said that she would be back. In other words, she was not disappearing for the night. And indeed, I found that she was here when I rose. As well, my younger brother had long since put himself to bed, for there was no light revealing itself beneath his bedroom door.
I was able to get a reasonable amount of work done on the website post that I wanted to work on, and I had a decent enough online Christmas music station playing quietly to help lend me some additional calm.
Although I now forget, I might have made it back to bed just ahead of 4:30 a.m. Unfortunately though, I had the usual trouble finding my way to any sleep.
A good part of my problem in this regard is that I am prey to hypnic jerks as I am bordering upon falling asleep. Thus, while I am lying on my back and awaiting the approach of sleep, as I deeply relax, my jaw will start to sag, even though my mouth will remain closed.
As my jaw sags, my inner lower lip and my cheeks will essentially intrude somewhat into the developing oral space being provided. In fact, it is almost as if a bit of a vacuum helps to draw them inward.
Then when a hypnic jerk or spasm strikes, my jaw will clamp shut with a sudden bite or chomp that will badly cause a nip to a cheek or my lower lip. Sometimes, even the edge of my tongue may fall victim.
I bit the left part of my inner lip two or three nights ago and broke the flesh enough that even today, the area is still rather raw. As a consequence, eating is initially most unpleasant because of the pain that food juices cause the inflamed area. The stinging can almost be enough to put one off eating.
Nevertheless, I realize that the worst is only at the start of a meal; the sore area will tolerate the juices better after the continual recurring exposure.
But I would rather not have this trouble at all.
So when I retire to my bed, I try not to lie on my back for too dangerously long, and instead seek to lie mostly upon a side once I become aware that my jaw is starting to relax and sag open. By lying on my side, gravity has no effect on my jaw, and it will remain shut.
The problem becomes that if I am too much upon one of my sides, my arm is of course more beneath me than if I am only angled onto my side, and it will be under threat of some level of blood circulation constriction. Perhaps it will only affect my hand or its fingers.
That becomes annoying. But trying to lie with just an inclination and not a full side posture is not too easy to do, usually necessitating various crooked positioning of the legs.
In other words, it can fast become somewhat uncomfortable. I find that the state of deep relaxation that I had experienced while lying upon my back becomes lost once I reposition myself. I become too involved in 'overthinking' my posture there in bed.
And so it can take me an hour to finally fall asleep, for it is unlikely to take place after assuming just one side positioning. I will probably have to try out each side over time.
Incidentally, yesterday while seeking a nap I slightly re-bit or nipped that sore spot after a small spasm, and that certainly brought me back to full alert.
I only seem to have become seriously plagued with this problem in the recent few years. Or at least, it has only been happening with relative frequency in that time. I have occasionally bit myself as far back as my 20s, I am sure (I am 71 now). But now it seems that I am hardly ever healed from my latest bite for any great length of time before it happens anew.
It would be wonderful to be able to go to bed lying on my back, and to remain there until I sank into sleep.
A chiropractor in (I believe) Massachusetts named Dr. Peter Martone promotes a pillow he designed called the Neck Nest which I would love to try out, but it's infernally expensive. Since I am Canadian, after the currency exchange and then shipping, I would likely be looking at paying at least $150.
Even if I risked being able to afford it on just my pension as my income, would I find that it was essentially useless to me because of this issue with my jaw sagging open and drawing in the soft tissues of my inner lip and cheek to fall victim to an eventual hypnic jerk?
That's a financial risk I am unwilling to gamble.
(Brother! Even drinking a hot coffee exacerbates that inner lip bite I did to myself.)
Anyway, my actual morning began ahead of 8:30 a.m. when I found myself awake, so I rose and came here to my computer to spend time until nigh 10 a.m. when I went downstairs to join my brother who had already been up and watching T.V.
My wife even got up somewhat ahead of 10 a.m.
Where my brother was concerned, though, I wanted to put our Android TV Box into operation and lead things off with one of the latest videos by Liberty Talk Canada's Odessa Orlewicz. Now although I have linked to their BitChute account, I had to use the YouTube 'app' downloaded into our Android TV Box because they are a couple of videos behind in their uploads to BitChute ─ the one I tuned in is not yet posted there.
I don't like linking to their YouTube account because this is their second account ─ YouTube deleted their first account through YouTube's unwarranted draconian censorship. But regardless, the video my brother and I watched was titled Dec 16th-Dough Ford Travels, Thugs Hired For Toronto & Patents On Your Body.
I rather wish the episode did not open up with an essentially useless cellphone video by a woman purportedly filming a clump of 'living' fibres of a Morgellons nature.
Perhaps I should not have linked to Wikipedia's slanted article on the condition, for Wikipedia is exceedingly anti- anything that is not mainstream in nature. Healthline.com has a more sympathetic description in its piece Morgellons Disease.
I've heard of the condition for well over a decade ─ maybe even 15 years. And it seems to me that there may be something to it. But that poor video, as I said, was utterly useless and proved nothing to me; and I am a sympathetic audience.
And the idea that the woman filming the living 'lint' was claiming that the batch that she was filming was the result of a swab from a COVID-19 vaccine (or something along that line) ─ i.e., that the 'lint' grew from nanotechnology within the vaccine or maybe the nasal test swab itself ─ was far too baseless a claim for me to embrace or even give consideration to.
So to my mind, opening up the episode with that video hugely diminished the legitimacy of the programme. Nevertheless, we did watch the full show.
Following that video, I tuned in one on BitChute titled COVID Vaccine Subjects Test Positive for HIV During Clinical Trials.
I was willing to sit through the whole feature, but after 10 to 15 minutes or so my brother asked in annoyance how much longer it was, so I took his cue and cut out of the video.
It seemed to me that the entire video was only going to be some young unseen chap reading through a news article telling of how Australia cancelled out of one vaccination programme and the vaccine itself because the vaccine resulted in some test subjects testing positive for HIV.
The young chap reading the news article couldn't seem to get beyond a sentence or two without constantly launching into lengthy exuberant outbursts that my 68-year-old younger brother had scant patience to put up with. I am 71 years old, so I knew precisely what was irritating my brother about the video.
We can actually think ─ we don't need some hysterical young fella incessantly breaking into almost hysterical asides and editorializations as he excitedly overdoes his presentation of this single news article. The video was supposed to be a half hour in duration ─ was it actually going to take him that long to read a simple news piece?
So I killed the video and tuned in an episode of The Graham Norton Show. And once that was watched, we ended our viewing session with the series finale of Z Nation.
Z Nation certainly devolved over the seasons. It eventually became a farce with extremely bad acting. Even the zombies were pathetic actors, for Pete's sake. I was relieved to finally be done with the series. And the finale itself was so sadly weak a conclusion. All these episodes just to end like the series did? What a waste of time.
I do want to say that the final season's villainess 'talker' Pandora as portrayed by actress Lydia Hearst was unusually 'hot' from my perspective. It's unfortunate that she was so homicidal. If I was a young man in an apocalyptic setting, and a Pandora lookalike who was instead loving and good had grown to love me, I would not care about the masked disfiguration of half of her otherwise beautiful face ─ nor would I discriminate because she was a 'talker'.
Two images of Lydia as Pandora, and two of herself looking her best.
But enough of fantasizings.
Today was another rain-free day, although there was a wee bit in the early afternoon ─ enough to start to wet the wooden railing of our backyard sundeck. But other times, we had blue skies and sunshine. However, one never knows what the night will bring.
My brother headed off in the first half of the afternoon while I was out in the backyard toolshed having some exercise, so I do not expect him home until after 8 p.m. from wherever he is drinking. This allows me to get myself to bed early in the evening to get in some napping that will allow me to later spend the weest a.m. hours at work here at my computer.
My wife had to work this afternoon (she had a 4 p.m. start), so I saw her off on her fairly long drive to get to the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. I have no idea if she will return tonight.
But my suppertime hour is over, so I must get this published so I can get something to eat and thereby free myself up for that early bedtime once I realize my brother has arrived home.
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