Friday, August 07, 2009

At least that would explain the bruises

I have a few idiosyncrasies that I have admitted here (and some that are best kept secret). One of them is that I lock my bedroom door every night when I go to bed. I do this because my front door is all windows and very easy to break into without anyone even blinking an eye at the sound of glass breaking. (believe me, I know) I figure a locked door will buy me a little time to call 911 or to climb out the window, should an intruder, you know, intrude.

That being said, remember when I thought I might be a sleep walker or driving my car in another dimension? Three times recently (twice this week) I have woken up in the morning, utterly exhausted after a full night's sleep, to discover my bedroom door unlocked. Now, I check and double check that lock every night. Even if I get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I always lock the door when I come back to bed. Another oddity--my HD converter box has a green light when it's on and red when it's off. It has been off all week because I've been watching DVDs since Monday. However, three times this week when I went to turn on the DVD player, I noticed the converter box turned ON. I'm beginning to think the sleepwalking theory isn't so far off.

My co-worker, Anne, has another theory that I frankly care not to think too much about. You see, I told her that the key to my bedroom door lock (it looks like a tiny flat head screwdriver on a sardine can key) is missing. It used to be above the door hidden in the crown moulding. I had it in my wallet for a while, but I put it back a few months ago. Well, it's not there anymore and I didn't really think too much about it until I was relating my unlocked door story to Anne. "Oh My God, there's probably some guy hiding in your apartment and at night he's in your room stroking your hair." Thanks Anne!!! I read a short story like that once. This guy was hired to remodel a woman's condo and he built a hidden room and passageways into her existing floor plan, then moved in and watched her. Now I've got that in my head and I'll never sleep again.

My boss suggested I set up a video camera to see what, if anything, I'm doing in the middle of the night. But what if Anne is right? I don't want to see some creepy Creepster creeping around my apartment. They both suggested I should not be allowed to live alone, but stopped short of suggesting I should be in a facility. Do any of you sleepwalk or do other stuff in your sleep? Are you aware of it or did someone else tell you about it? I'm kind of weirded out here.

5 comments:

the slackmistress said...

I'm totally creeped out now. I concur on videocamera-ing.

woolanthropy said...

Dude...What?!

video camera pronto!

maybe you will catch the gnomes on film.

Anonymous said...

C'mon. You probably sleep walk. Mae does. She comes in to our room and starts the shower in her sleep. It's crazy! When we tell her about it in the morning, she is totally unaware. you are related, and very much alike.

Hester from Atlanta said...

You may have sleep apnea and sometimes people with sleep apea sleep walk. I live alone also. Once when I was at a retreat, I shared a common bathroom with another woman. She told me I talked in my sleep and I should get a voice activated tape recorder so I would know what I said in my sleep. (Guess it must of been awful because she refused to tell me what I was saying in my sleep.)

Maybe you can rent a movement activated video machine for a week or so and see what happens. Or maybe a friend can stay on your coach for a week - your nephew Roy?

Or talk with your Doctor. I got tested for sleep apnea and now I have CPAP machine - which helps keep you throat open when you sleep. I feel so much better and am rarely exhausted. My two brothers and a nephew all got tested and got CPAP machines within a year of each other. It runs in families.

To me you story indicates something is off kilter a little bit. Take care -

MonkeyGurrrrrl said...

What Hester said. I'm sure it's something harmless, but it's better to be sure.

And then smack Anne upside the head for even putting that thought in your brain. You don't need any more crazy. :)