7 Days and Counting
We leave for Puerto Rico in 1 week. This time, a week from today, we will be on the plane and on our way to my island home, and an entire half of my family that I have not seen in more than 30 years. I am excited, nervous, curious, anxious, all at one time.
According to my mother, that is why I have had more than the usual pain in my right leg and arm, the past few days, and why my sleep cycle is in a complete shambles, making me feel just as exhausted as when I first came home from the hospital. She also says that once things calm down again (won't that be after the holoidays), I might need some time for my body and brain to catch up, but everything will go back to whatever normal is now. Mom says I should even stop feeling emotionally raw and quit having the crying jags that plagued my early days home from hospital and have resurfaced lately. According to her, these are the same things my grandmother would go through when something had her stressed, whether it was good or bad stress. Stress is stress. I hope she is right. I had been becoming a little concerned about the emotional outbursts and hightened pain.
My sleep cycle being in ruins I chalked up to the fact that I am no longer working and have no schedule mandating that I keep a regular bedtime. I know that I shoould kep regular hours because it is best for my recovery and my general health overall, but somehow, that has become more difficult that it used to be. The blame, according to Mom, is stress of one kind or another. It amazes me that something as simple as life being something more than placid calm can cause so much chaos in a person.
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