Kylan and I are the weirdest people when we are sleeping. We tend to sleep talk back and forth to each other. It's always pretty funny but we always wake up in the morning asking the other what happened last night. Growing up I never had these things happen to me... or that I remember. Since I've been married I have been sleep-talking and walking and sometimes I absolutely freak out. I'll just tell you a few little things I have said to Kylan:
"Did you get fat free?" and "Mom did you check the soup?"
Other times I wake up and think I see people, flies, are giant spiders in my room.
I'll scream, jump, or yell "Who is that!" Then fall back asleep.
Then weirdest of all. I went to bed before Kylan one night and I thought I was still alone while I was sleeping. For some reason I stood right up out of bed, ran and turned on the light, ran to my closet, grabbed some mix-match pajamas, turned around and saw kylan in bed staring at me. I screamed, jumped, and said and asked him when he got there. Then I ran back in bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up in the morning with half of my pajamas on and some next to me.
Kylan and I are the biggest babies when it comes to scary movies. But around Halloween time I always crave them for some reason. So one night we turned on an old scary movie; Halloween H20. Well we had to shut it off in the first 10 minutes because we were so scared. After these little segments of scary movies, I woke up one night to him whimpering like a dog. So I hugged him and he stopped, but then the next night I woke up to him yelling; "No, no, no!!"
I shook him and asked if he was okay.
Well he says to me in distress, "It's the system, all you need to do is figure out the system."
I asked, "System for what?"
He says, "Halloween.... 3 days.... the panels.... you got to pick a number..... 1 to 75..."
He was talking about installing alarms over a work trip.
Another time he asked, "Did you finish that install?" I didn't say anything back.
He said it louder and I just said, "No.."
Once again he said, "Did you finish?" Over and over I told him no.
In the morning Kylan says, "I think we were arguing in our sleep last night."
The moral of the story is if you wanna have an entertaining night, head over to the Veibells.
On another note, it is confirmed. I am getting surgery on my foot on Dec 17. Pray for me. haha. I cant handle needles or gross things. I started hyperventilating when the Doc was talking to me about the surgery. I just told him, "Make sure I'm so out of it that I will never wake up, I don't what to remember anything, just give me as much drugs as my body will take." On the good side at least I will be able to be more active!
A month ago I had to get a steroid shot in my foot. The Doctor told me that it will be really painful. Great, why in the world would he tell me that!? Well when the doctor left the room to go get the shot ready and I broke down in tears to Kylan. I told him I couldn't do it.
(Just a little background information I hyperventilate, struggle, cry, and pass out for every shot or really gross thing. With out fail. I once had two nurses hold me down. Another time I ran out to my car crying to called my dad to ask them if they really needed to take my blood. Okay, so maybe I'm a little dramatic?)
Well anyways the doctor came back in the room with me crying hard. I told him I changed my mind and not to do it. Kylan held me while I yelled, "Don't do it! Don't do it!" and the Doctor just jammed it in my foot. It was so terrible.
This last time my mom came to my appointment with Kylan and I so we could go out to lunch after. While we were leaving the doctors, we went to make the appointment for my surgery. The receptionist looked at my mom and said;
"Okay, if I can just have a parent sign here."
All of us just sat there for a good minute just staring at the paper confused.
Then my mom pointed to me and said, "Oh, she is married."
The receptionist was so embarrassed and said, "Oh I thought it said your birthday was in 1999!"
A nurse laughed and said "Well that's a compliment to you that you still look young!"
Really? That's a compliment to a 20-year old? All the nurses thought it was so funny they were trying to hold back from laughing for 5 minutes.
It's great that I still look young enough to be 11!
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