Me and sleep have developed a love / hate relationship. I would love to sleep but for some reason my body just hates to relax enough to get there and STAY there! When the spasticity gets cranked up like it has been lately, and it's been on a really big time roll, it's relentless... sleep might as well just go away and it does. So I gjve and just keep working away on the laptop getting out one project after another and catching up as I go... as much as "catching up" as I can. And then, eventually, exhaustion sets in, but to get to any real sleep, I need to use a muscle relaxer to keep the muscles loose, and a pain reducer (in my case it's Tylenol #3) and between the two, I can find a solid, super sweet 7 hours of sleep! And when it does, I'll hit the sack and wake up feeling incredibly refreshed but sooo stiff and wobbly! Til my legs find their footing again... and my brain will think, what time is it really, didn't I just lay down?Oh what an adventure this strange intruder has created for my body... and my brain to adapt to... and in turn for my spirit to accept.
Accept. That's my killer. For that I pray the hardest. I'm the indepen
dent, capable, didn't have to ask many for much help person in the past. Now I'm the one who at any given moment can find myself flat on my face because my legs can't hear my brain's message anymore, or feels like a newborn colt on those long spindly legs with no balance yet! And all the while my memories take me back to CLIMBING Stone Mountain Georgia with my Boy Scouts in May of 1989 and 1993 (but not quite understanding why I couldn't do it in 2001 and 2005 but realizing it wouldn't happen). Or, cannoing 50 miles down the Peace River over 3 days with the boys, myself solo with an inexperienced scout... or hiking 12 miles in ill-fitting boots... while today, I'm fortunate to make around my neighborhood block now twice with my son and our dogs.
dent, capable, didn't have to ask many for much help person in the past. Now I'm the one who at any given moment can find myself flat on my face because my legs can't hear my brain's message anymore, or feels like a newborn colt on those long spindly legs with no balance yet! And all the while my memories take me back to CLIMBING Stone Mountain Georgia with my Boy Scouts in May of 1989 and 1993 (but not quite understanding why I couldn't do it in 2001 and 2005 but realizing it wouldn't happen). Or, cannoing 50 miles down the Peace River over 3 days with the boys, myself solo with an inexperienced scout... or hiking 12 miles in ill-fitting boots... while today, I'm fortunate to make around my neighborhood block now twice with my son and our dogs.Accept. With the grace of God, I'll accept.
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Ktiger613
Thank you Dr.J for the input. I have been monitoring my sleep habits and suspect most of it may require some counseling soon... I don't drink, smoke, or do coffee and tea (nor even soda at night)... however I AM hyperactive and I have a deep seated fear that I'm not getting enough done and one day won't be able to either, so I push hard and late at night I oft get a "second wind" and just keep going til suddenly it's just too late to go to bed. So my next challenge is to work on tempering my sleeping habits.
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