So, since I have this diary that's not a diary anymore, but may become a diary again soon, I figure I can vent and update and ponder to my heart's content here, and if anyone cares to read, contribute or amuse, I'll be pleased.
So partner's sleep has been divine for the last month or so. Except for a couple of nights where he sweated so much the bed became like a swimming pool, he was actually getting rest.
Now his rest isn't so good anymore. I noticed last week that he was beginning to jerk more in his sleep, wake up more often with a bad mood or confusion. He also is starting to get the nightmares again, of fighting and violence, but they're still not the war dreams (yay!).
The other night he had rhytmic jerking that traveled from shoulder to feet when trying to get to sleep. That would be the day where he was sick and threw up his lamotrigine. Of course he forgot to tell me that, and I started to fret that the bad jerking that happened earlier in the year was back. Hopefully it won't develop to that.
He kind of worried that maybe he was having psychogenic seizures, because we had just talked about all the jerking earlier that day, and then he was jerking in bed. Then we put two and two together, with the missing med dose, and the fact that we had spoken about the jerking because I was beginning to notice he was jerking more in his sleep than he has been in quite a while, he stopped fretting. So did I.
Anyway, we're keeping an eye on it, and we've discussed keeping a diary again, because he's getting more curious about what could be making them better or worse. I had dropped the diary originally, because he was beginning to feel like an experiment or a special project and it caused some friction between us. So, if he's willing, I'm willing.
Anyway... I was thinking maybe his worse spells come in waves. Like maybe every six months, or the changing of the seasons or lengths of the days have soemthing to do with it.
We definitely know daylight is a culprit. Yesterday we visited my parents and sat in their yard. When dark clouds blocked out the sun he was all focused and chatty, but as soon as they passed and the sun came out -- space-outs and mild confusion returned. Stoopid sun. I think we need to find somewhere where we can live our lives at night.
So...um, yeah. [/verbal diarrhea]
EDIT: Oh yeah, almost forgot about he dropping things and falling over which is happening more, plus jaw pain and foergetting and half shiveries and all that jazz. Yeesh! Anyhoo, the other night he meant to creep up behind me while I was doing dishes and give me a hug. Well, he pretty much tackled me by accident. After we both stopped laughing I asked if he tripped and he didn't. It was one of those falling over spells he gets. He is now referred to as tacklemonkey.
Even the cat calls him that. True story!