I finally got some sleep last night and feel so much better today, all things being relative.
Managed to do all my dishes and keep the kitchen clean, ate three meals, got dressed (yes this is an event some days...) went to buy some beautiful plants and cat food, for which the kitties are so happy cuz I broke down and got them their favorite even if it's not the healthiest. Hey I eat junk food sometimes, who am I to judge.
I'm binge-watching TV series, old and new. Almost done ER now, sure makes me glad I'm not THAT sick omg. I like to think most of those scenarios are made up, I mean can people be that intense(!) or is that just the USA? Intubation for everyone! :o
Yesterday I wanted to give up. I was that exhausted and fed up, nosebleeds and diarrhea from radiation and I'm in a lot of pain lately, weaning off the Decadron (cortisone) so it's to be expected. But a few hours of sleep were magical, I'm more positive today but my brain scares me sometimes. It invents scenarios in which I'm not strong enough to go on and it's so easy to give up when you're that tired. Makes me understand sleep deprivation torture.
May God take us gently in our sleep when our time comes, when our mission on this earth is over. In the meantime we dream of what could have been, we dream in colors that do not even exist, and there are no limits to what we can achieve, no limits to what we can do. We can breathe underwater, we can fly, we can be eternal.
No wonder I love sleep so much.
More, please.
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