I sleep with four blankets on my bed. Sometimes more. Some people would think they were being crushed to death or suffocated under the weight of all of it. Not me, I think it’s wonderful! As I laid in my bed at undead hours I decided I did not want to get up today. Nope. I even woke up before my alarm! But I came to the conclusion that my run and yoga could easily be pushed back until after I got everyone where they needed to be. Warmth and coziness seemed to prevail in importance over contorted poses and another cold tour through my neighborhood. Oh yeah, trust me it was the WAY better option. HA! I could feel the heaviness of my blankets this morning, but it wasn’t enough. I had to dig deeper into that bed of mine. I had to settle in completed immersed under all the dark, hot fluffiness. Ahhhhh.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you burrow your way to happiness!!!
Sleep sleep sleep. I got over 9 HOURS of sleep last night. God and the Universe must have had a hand in this because this is the longest I’ve slept in months. And it felt WONDERFUL. I’m sure my family will appreciate it too, HA!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you say “thanks, I needed that”!
I slept for about 5 hours last night and woke up with an energy I haven’t had in over a year. The fatigue that the meningitis left me with is almost nonexistent theses days, but my energy level and sleep patterns have not been the same. Until today. I’m not holding my breath that it will last, but I sure am enjoying a visit to my old self … and thanking God for EVERY SINGLE SECOND of it!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel like you’re part of a Christmas miracle!!!
I was super tired last night and slept hard. So hard that I slept the majority of the night on the right side of my face. I know this because my face has not recovered from it yet, specifically my puffy eye … and it’s passed noon! It’s like someone needs to come and mold me back into shape. What exactly causes this mush puff face thing? AGE? Because I don’t remember my face being distorted from sleep when I was in my twenties. Ah, the good ole days.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel like play-doh!!!
After all our short trips and our crazy busy summer schedules I was happy to fall into MY bed last night. With nothing planned today I think my body finally allowed me to just CRASH. I slept for almost 10 hours. That is HUGE for me! And my mind and body surely appreciated it. With over 3 weeks left in our summer I now think I can make it to the end, HA!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel restored and ready to go on!!!
As loud as our house is during the day there is this amazing quiet that falls over it in the early mornings. Don’t get me wrong. I love the hustle and bustle of our house. The busyness is energizing. Having the sound of all four of my kids home is one of the best things I could ever hear. But this early morning calm is somehow reassuring to me. It is the sound of safety and tranquility. Coziness and warmth. Rest. Contentment. Family. Like everyone is where they should be and they feel it … and I love it.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you fell like you belong!!!
Meningitis makes you tired. Very. It’s not just during the active part of the virus either. At least not for me. The two times I have had it the fatigue lasted a very long time. The first time it took me about 8 months for my family to really notice a difference. That’s a long time. And I think that must be my standard. Where I felt the heaviest of my fatigue pass in about April this, 6 months after I was diagnosed, my mornings remained very difficult.
I have ALWAYS been a morning person and for most of my life I’ve needed less sleep than is typical. But not since October. And it has been a hard adjustment. Don’t get me wrong, I am very pleased, as are all my doctors, with my recovery. I’ve done exceedingly well. I am beyond grateful. But the struggle I’ve faced waking up has been a real life changer. I decided sometime in May to make peace with it. It wasn’t what I wanted but I had to accept that the old me “morning me” may never return. I needed to forget about the woman who bounced out of bed in the morning before most people in her timezone ever woke up, HA! I needed to be thankful for all the extra hours God had so generously given me in the past to enjoy my day. I needed to move on and embrace the me that was left after surviving another of life’s battles. And I did.
The came June. I’m needing less sleep and rising with a familiar energy that seems like I’ve found a long lost friend. I’m enjoying the silence of a sleeping home again. I’m working out earlier. I’m getting more accomplished throughout my day. I can’t say I’m 100% myself, but I am pretty darn close. And I really couldn’t be happier.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel AWAKE again!!!