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.