Friday, February 3, 2012

Sleep and Dream



I sleep alot. It amazes me how much I sleep. I can close my eyes thinking I'll  just take a little cat nap, but I wake up 2 hours later. Then I'll partake of a huge event like eating supper and sitting in my chair to watch the news. Some evenings I still have enough strength left to put my nightgown on all by myself and even put myself to bed! I wonder if I'll sleep through the night. I always wake up at least once to rollover. That huge effort allows me to sleep again. Hubby gets me up around 7:00am to drink my coffee. How lucky I am to have a comfy home and a wonderful husband where both allow me the escape of sleep.

When I sleep I dream. In my dreams I am always walking.

Before MS, when I was still working, the alarm would go off each morning and I would hit the snooze button one more time. I would wish the week away waiting for Saturday when I could sleep late. Each morning I would rush through my morning rituals of getting dressed and ready for work. I'd give my bed one last, longing glance. I'd say goodbye for now, my comfy bed, I'll be back soon!
Who knew that what my mother told me: "Be careful what you wish for" would become my reality.
I'm not bedridden yet. But I sure do love my bed.

It's a task in itself to realize how much I activity the day will allow me before my body crumbles. Each activity must be measured for its worth. Is it really worth it to make salad knowing it will use all my strength for the day? Is it worth it to venture outside to feel the sun knowing it will require a nap to recover? Is it worth it to hang my sweaters  in my closet knowing that will be the event for the day?
It is worth it to shower and dress? 
My daughter gets me "Amber Romance" scented shower gel, lotion and body mist. It's worth it.
When my daughter is home, she'll ask me to join her on an outing to the store. She drives, she pushes me, we chat and laugh. It's worth it.
My son made us brownies and we ate them hot out of the oven with ice cream! It's worth it.
My hubby gets the local paper for me to read. He'll bring me to the table and get my tea.
It's worth it.
My dog cries to go out to bark at the neighbor kids as they play. I put her out and listen to her run around the yard.
It's worth it.

And then I'll sleep and dream.
I am always walking in my dreams.

1 comment:

  1. The Spoon Theory again, Tammy! (See my earlier comment). Life's a constant round of decision making, isn't it. Do I do this? - or this instead? How much energy will I have left for that? etc. etc.

    I sleep less than I did, and badly. My internal clock is all out of sync with the rest of the world. I dream (but don't usually remember what) - always chaotic, psychedelic, garish bright colours, often with snatches of usually highly irritating music cycling over and over - I wake exhausted!

    It's now 2.45 a.m. and I'm good for another hour or so - I'm at my most alert mentally at this time of day. Can't get going in the mornings to save my life.

    Shoshi

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