A few days ago I wrote about some bladder issues I’ve been having. Today I’m writing about a fluid leak of a different nature.
I started having a ‘ticcing fit’ on my bed while Zoë, who was supporting me, was in the other room. By the time she found me, a pool of saliva had accumulated on my weighted blanket.
As soon as I regained some speech my tics started chanting, ‘I dribbled on the blanket’ over and over again. We found this hilarious.
Several minutes later, Zoë was laughing for a different reason. She pulled her phone out to check the time and realised she’d pocket-called someone.
So if you’ve recently received a strange message about blanket dribble, now you know why!