I love going to the dentist.
Well, no, not really– but I love getting x-rays. Well, no, not really. I love when they put the protective heavy blanket on me and I hate when they take it off at the end. I sometimes wish I could have hours of dental x-rays just so I could stay under the heavy blanket.
I’ve been aware of this for almost 20 years. Weight is good. Pressure is good.
A few years ago I learned that weighted blankets exist. It took a long time to make the connection between the dentist’s office and a blanket. It took a long time to say out loud that I thought it may be helpful. It took a few more months, after saying it out loud a few times, to order one.
It arrived three nights ago.
I love it.
I love it so much.
I came home tonight, a bit worked up, anxious, emotional… after a hot shower I’ve snuggled right in.
I love it so, so, so much.
I feel myself just a bit calmer, just a bit steadier, just a bit safer.
I love my weighted blanket.