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Nocturnal enuresis. The thing where you have accidents when you sleep at night. I propose we change that name up a bit.
Maybe enuresis quiescret — here I've altered the syntax a bit to reflect the reversion to the Latin language — meaning literally "release of pee at rest" as opposed to sleeping. Or maybe instead of nocturnal we go for somnolent, since this is literally a problem with the sleeping.
I make this proposal [/¾'s serious] because as much as this is a night problem, it's just as bad a risk any time of day.
I fell asleep watching my best friend playing Assassin's Creed on stream — it's ok, my friend knows I'm fuckin tired lately, she's gonna assure me she's not mad in the morning because when this happens I basically end up trying to convey a sports dogeza in text because I'm always afraid I'm in trouble
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and she has to convey violent reassurance in text because I am chronically ill and exhausted and l literally the worst at giving myself a little grace
(We've been friends ten years or so it's ok this is just the relationship)
When I crashed I made sure my 10:25 Gastrocrom alarm was functioning, which was good because it woke me up for the last dose of the day. Problem was, I did not stay awake — again, I am exhausted. Whether I agreed or not, my body said "GO BACK TO SLEEP" and off I went.
It wasn't even half an hour when I woke up and basically prayed for a false alarm. But instead what I got was a wet nappy — with a bit of blood and the wrong color, mind you, but for once in my life ALMOST none of the post-accident crampy burning. I panicked and checked the spot where I was — nothing a scrub with my special concoction won't fix.
THIS is the thing that bugs me more than the bedwetting — it can happen anytime, anywhere, anywhen. And yet, we call it by that name.
And as a writer and language nerd NOTHING bothers me as much as inaccurate names for things.
With this said…now I'm getting the ouchy cramps. I won't need the full rescue cannon, but an extra Baclofen and an Ativan will ease this bastard up a bit before it gets bad. In the morning I'll have to call my urogynecologist, because after the repeated hematuria attacks last month, I'm supposed to report anything unusual going on.
This still happening (the hematuria) is definitely unusual.
Nocturnal enuresis. The thing where you have accidents when you sleep at night. I propose we change that name up a bit.
Maybe enuresis quiescret — here I've altered the syntax a bit to reflect the reversion to the Latin language — meaning literally "release of pee at rest" as opposed to sleeping. Or maybe instead of nocturnal we go for somnolent, since this is literally a problem with the sleeping.
I make this proposal [/¾'s serious] because as much as this is a night problem, it's just as bad a risk any time of day.
I fell asleep watching my best friend playing Assassin's Creed on stream — it's ok, my friend knows I'm fuckin tired lately, she's gonna assure me she's not mad in the morning because when this happens I basically end up trying to convey a sports dogeza in text because I'm always afraid I'm in trouble
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and she has to convey violent reassurance in text because I am chronically ill and exhausted and l literally the worst at giving myself a little grace
(We've been friends ten years or so it's ok this is just the relationship)
When I crashed I made sure my 10:25 Gastrocrom alarm was functioning, which was good because it woke me up for the last dose of the day. Problem was, I did not stay awake — again, I am exhausted. Whether I agreed or not, my body said "GO BACK TO SLEEP" and off I went.
It wasn't even half an hour when I woke up and basically prayed for a false alarm. But instead what I got was a wet nappy — with a bit of blood and the wrong color, mind you, but for once in my life ALMOST none of the post-accident crampy burning. I panicked and checked the spot where I was — nothing a scrub with my special concoction won't fix.
THIS is the thing that bugs me more than the bedwetting — it can happen anytime, anywhere, anywhen. And yet, we call it by that name.
And as a writer and language nerd NOTHING bothers me as much as inaccurate names for things.
With this said…now I'm getting the ouchy cramps. I won't need the full rescue cannon, but an extra Baclofen and an Ativan will ease this bastard up a bit before it gets bad. In the morning I'll have to call my urogynecologist, because after the repeated hematuria attacks last month, I'm supposed to report anything unusual going on.
This still happening (the hematuria) is definitely unusual.
