No complaint
All this new medicine is making my stomach hurt. Yet the positive side is that it is helping my health as well as helping the weight drop. It is kindness in that type of moment that allows me to be grateful of the troublesome times.
Now I have to just wait until the last bit soaks into my system so sleep will come. Just hoping that tomorrow is a nice enough day to finally get all household chores completed. All the more so is to get bedroom once again situated so a bed can finally enter the equation and not just a sphere chair.
I look back and I should not complain. I have slept in worse places as well as harder, tighter spots. So I must remember to be grateful for even those moments of rough sleep because at least I got sleep.
And now I do light breathing exercises to clear the mind of everything but the relaxation of the night. Snuggling under my covers in this chair and just absorb the warmth given. Then the allowance of flickering lids, I slowly recall the lights that need to be turned off.
Uncovering long enough to make the room darker, I set up a new set of goals for the day. Not quite the hope of doing domestic chores. More like the hope of one park tomorrow before the sun sets. Indeed a kind hope.
Yet for now, I only hope for good sleep, even if it is a solid five hours verses the eight that are required. So in this moment I am blinking for longer periods and just typing away. Understanding after this is finished I curl up into the chair and allow dreams to fall into the night.
So I give you a virtual hug. And as my stomach relaxes so does the soul. And the spirit is radiant because of the need of sleep. A tiny gasp follows and longer periods of "resting" my eyes. I strive to blink back the soothing slumber I am given.
So I say good night. Take care.
I let my mind wander and I find myself in a deeper sleep. Hello dreamland. Good night world, friend. Enjoy the hopes, the dreams and the goals.
Now I have to just wait until the last bit soaks into my system so sleep will come. Just hoping that tomorrow is a nice enough day to finally get all household chores completed. All the more so is to get bedroom once again situated so a bed can finally enter the equation and not just a sphere chair.
I look back and I should not complain. I have slept in worse places as well as harder, tighter spots. So I must remember to be grateful for even those moments of rough sleep because at least I got sleep.
And now I do light breathing exercises to clear the mind of everything but the relaxation of the night. Snuggling under my covers in this chair and just absorb the warmth given. Then the allowance of flickering lids, I slowly recall the lights that need to be turned off.
Uncovering long enough to make the room darker, I set up a new set of goals for the day. Not quite the hope of doing domestic chores. More like the hope of one park tomorrow before the sun sets. Indeed a kind hope.
Yet for now, I only hope for good sleep, even if it is a solid five hours verses the eight that are required. So in this moment I am blinking for longer periods and just typing away. Understanding after this is finished I curl up into the chair and allow dreams to fall into the night.
So I give you a virtual hug. And as my stomach relaxes so does the soul. And the spirit is radiant because of the need of sleep. A tiny gasp follows and longer periods of "resting" my eyes. I strive to blink back the soothing slumber I am given.
So I say good night. Take care.
I let my mind wander and I find myself in a deeper sleep. Hello dreamland. Good night world, friend. Enjoy the hopes, the dreams and the goals.
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