My test results from my sleep study came back. Guess what? I don't have sleep apnea. Awesome, but expected news. But there is a slight irregularity with my sleeping cycles. My REM cycle is a little longer than normal (I guess that could explain why I dream so much?) but the doctor isn't sure there is anything to worry about. I'm just going to keep a sleep journal (or diary whichever you prefer) for 2 weeks and then he'll take a look at it. I possibly might need to go back in for another sleep study but then stay for part of the day, but here's hoping I don't have to do that. I got a look at some of the wires and they are pretty crazy. Not fun.
While I'm halfway on the topic of migraines, my parents have convinced to try some new treatments and I've made appointments (although one I made kicking and screaming). Tomorrow will be my consolation with a chiropractor whom a few of my mother's friends have gone and swear he works miracles. I know a lot of people do not believe in chiropractor or other "hookie" medicine (I guess some of the more eastern practices) like acupuncture. But I do. I believe that God has designed our bodies like one intricate puzzle and when one thing is out of line other things suffer. There is so much that we don't know about our own bodies so much that is hidden from us because we are not God and the tiny little portion of our brain that processes things can not process the information (even if it was right in front of us). We were not made to fully understand the body or the brain, that is something that has to be left up to someone more powerful. And for me it feels good to not have the burden of completely comprehending everything. It would take out the magic and the splendor (I'm not talking about Harry Potter kind of magic either).
And I'm rambling. I'm sorry, I'll stop. Oscar seems to get bigger every single day. It makes me sad, but happy. I'm ready for him to grow up a little so he'll stop biting everything. And I'm ready for him to be big and cuddly and inside with me. But that's for another place (if I can steal him away from Jack and my parents--who have also fallen madly in love with him). With that face and long tongue always hanging from his mouth who could blame them? (We're working on getting the butterball tummy under control).
Title: "Play It Loud" by The Black Eyed Peas
Labels: Alternate Medicine, Dante, Jack, Migraines, Music, Oscar, Pets, Photography, Sleep Study
