Today was a very odd Sunday. Our heater has been broken and slowly over the course of a few days our place has been getting hotter and hotter until the last two nights our place felt like a tropical heat wave. We’ve opened the windows but any moisture that came in with the breeze seem to cling like a steam room.
My poor brother and I both had nightmares, headaches and both of us have been feeling a little spacey today. This has hit my brother harder then me.
This is day two of not sleeping well at all. Due to the heat, we haven’t been that hungry. So he missed two doses of meds due to not being hungry enough to eat. (because you take Latuda with food)
Then he just started getting floaty, disorganized and very spaced out. I got him over to our parents house. He got cooled down in a bath, had a good midday breakfast, took his meds and started to feel a tiny bit better. He was going to try and take a nap. He didn’t want to be inside so we cleaned up the old airstream trailer in my parents back yard and he went to lay down in there.
Soon he shot out of there saying he could feel it all coming back. He was ill in that trailer when he was younger, and being in there again will make him ill again. Ok, I get it. No trailer. We can’t go back to the flat yet, the heater guy will come tomorrow. I don’t want to see day three with no sleep, no food and missing meds.
Our other brother offered us a roof for the night, but J is afraid that for himself not feeling 100% he might scare our brother who just came back into our lives. So J declined.
I am looking for a cozy hotel room for us for one night. Poor J has had a hard day. I have to say, I’m looking forward to some sleep and a bath too in fact.
I’m not about to panic yet. I’ve seen worse then spacey and disorganized. I know his head circus is amping up. I can see it. I hate to see it. But I don’t usually panic until he does. He’s not having a good day, but I call this a 5.3 on the 11 scale. (Our scale goes to 11, My brother loves the movie “Spinal Tap”)
I do have to admit, his kidnapper education center has me slightly nervous. I’m hoping this idea will drop with the temperature in our apartment.
I’m not SZ so I might not have the right to use this word, I’m sorry if this is presumptuous, but it’s a little triggering or bad memory for me to be again going over all the kidnapper training that I was put through when I was little. I’ve felt 8 years old all day today.
I’m beginning to think that a break is like a cake, there are many things go into making it.