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Sep 03, 2007 12:18

Ambien induced sleep can be the best and worst kind.    The last thing I remember is Tim dragging me upstairs to bed with him at 12:30 last night.   12 hours later, I finally arise from the sleep of the dead.   Rested.    This time it was a good sleep, no nightmares and no flashbacks.   I'm not always so lucky, though.

I just needed a good solid, undisturbed sleep and I knew when I went to bed that my foot wasn't going to allow that.

I was going to go to Lori's today.    But its already 12:30.    She emailed to tell me she was sick, I might not want to come over.  Then she texted.  That was over an hour ago.  She laughed sweetly and told Joe I must be sleeping.   Joe was starting to get worried they hadn't heard from me.  Its good to have friends who understand me.   I was already supposed to be at her house.  She's not mad.  She just smiles and when she sees me, will give me a hug.

Instead, we're going to meet at the mall and do a little bit of shopping.  Probably not the best thing I could do for my foot so I'll bring the cane that I love using so much.

I don't want to move, really.    But it will be good for me to get out of the house and especially to see her.
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