I used to get those ear worms before going before bed there would be no good nights sleep. I now take a relaxer type medication to stop the old brain churn at night.Let me set the scene.......it’s 2.44 a.m this morning. I’m in bed , awake, in need of knowledge. More to the point I need to know is there a difference between muppets and puppets? If there is a difference what is it? Does the dictionary list them differently?
I’m laying there contemplating this dilemma, trying to find some answers that maybe buried deep deep in my not too knowledgeable brain.
I did google it this afternoon purely out of curiosity.Love your description! (not the hypo of course)
Did you find out the difference between muppets and puppets before getting out of your hypo? Or maybe afterwards? I'm intrigued now. And no, I'm not low at the moment.
I’m hoping and praying I don’t find myself in a threesome with Kermit and Miss Piggy tonight
You have a very dirty mind and unusual interests, @porl69 .Want video proof or it NEVER happened
“ ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU FOOL? “ It was that not so little voice again. “GET YOUR **** OUT OF BED AND CHECK YOUR SUGARS, THIS AINT NORMAL !!!!!!”
This is what makes T1 so much fun and so hard for everyone else to fully understand
Wow. I'm so happy I'm reading this now and not right before bed... Could give me nightmares easily, hypo or not. Especially as there's about 4 cm room between the mattress and the wall, directly connecting with my basement...Warning Graphic Content!
I hate the hypo nightmares.
The waking up sweating and shaking after some horrendous bloodthirsty dream, not knowing if my brain really IS that gory, or if it it is 'just' a hypo. Like any hypo is 'just' anything.
One of the worst that I can remember was soon after The Walking Dead started to air.
I woke up in heart thudding trauma because a rotting zombie hand had just reached for me, up behind my pillow (between the mattress and the head board).
It couldn't quite reach me, but was busy trying to scrape the blue-grey necrotic flesh off its own bones to get its arm further up through the gap.
And of course, the worst thing was knowing it was a hypo, but also knowing that my emergency hypo treatment (peanut butter, because I have reactive hypoglycaemia, not T1, so treat a bit differently) was all the way over in my bedside table, and if I reached out over the carpet the zombie would get me. I had to stay safe in the middle of the mattress. It was a matter of life or death.
Not fun.
It took a while to get my head straight. And get the light on (also on the bedside table!), so I could see that there was no zombie.
I still remember that one some 10 (?) years later.
Far to deep and intense. I’m thinking I should lay down and try to relax next time I see you on the forum.Surely it's that not all puppets are muppets, but all muppets are puppets.
I'll go now.
Sorry no videotape exists..........I’m not a weirdo you knowWant video proof or it NEVER happened
Surely it's that not all puppets are muppets, but all muppets are puppets.
I'll go now.
Surely it's that not all puppets are muppets, but all muppets are puppets.
I'll go now.
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