Of Spiders and Brain Surgery

5 08 2017

My life is not normal.

You guys may not know that, because I try to keep my blog and my family separated for safety reasons. But believe me when I say, my life is not normal.

I don’t remember most of my dreams, but I remember last night’s. One of my kiddos has epilepsy. In my dream that child had to have brain surgery. Instead of panicking like I should, I asked the doctors to take pictures – because my child would love to see them when surgery was over. That was the end of the dream. I was uncomfortable and woke up to find a better sleeping position.

I glanced at my husband, who was sleeping peacefully at the time.

I saw something big, black, and blurry moving across his shoulder.

I slapped my sleeping husband, trying to get the spider off him.

I missed.

The blurry blob skittered closer to the whiskers my husband keeps around because I like them. I tried to go for the critter again, but couldn’t get to it.  The thing made it to the shelter that existed between my husband’s chin and throat. I didn’t know what to do, so I yelled.

“Get up! Get up! Spider!”

That poor man went from sleep (even though I’d smacked his shoulder less than a minute ago) to straight up, his hands paddling over his shoulders in an effort to save himself.

We didn’t find the spider.

At this point, the assumption is that it was probably there. But I’m torn. If it was real, then it’s really creepy, and I’ll probably find him in the towel when I dry off from my shower (it won’t be the first time.)

If it’s not real, then I thwacked my slumbering husband in the shoulder for nothing.