Sleep

They say you don't appreciate things until you lose them.   I am really learning to appreciate a good night's sleep. Post surgery it was my knee that kept me awake.   Finding a comfortable sleeping position when one knee does not straighten or bend without considerable pain is tricky.   This past week a head cold has replaced knee pain as the sleep thief. No matter how much Nighttime NyQuil I take, my head seems to fill the moment I lay in on the pillow.   Sleep has been very elusive. In a previous life (pre-December 10, 2018) I was mostly asleep at 9:30 p.m., no matter where I was or what I was doing. And I was completely asleep within 30 seconds of becoming horizontal, no matter what.  Asleep.  Gone.  Period.   Last night I was still wide awake at 3:00 a.m. YIKES!   It is a nasty cold.   Lance was down for 7 days and Miles missed 2 days of school.   

Actually the cold is nasty and nice. Nasty in all the awful cold ways---stuffed sinuses, hacking cough, raw throat, aching joints, splitting headache---and nice in that it brought angels to our door.   Sweet Sandy Sue delivered vitamin C and antioxidants in the form of oranges and blueberries (BLUEBERRIES!!) and then insisted on bringing dinner Wednesday. Thursday my parents brought us lunch from Great Harvest.   Friday night Mom and Dad showed up with dinner again and while she was serving me, Mom said, "I have already decided what I am bringing you for dinner tomorrow." Today she asked if she could bring us dinner Monday and/or Tuesday.    If it weren't for the nastiness of the cold, having a cold would be great.

May angels come to your door, may colds avoid your house, and may you enjoy a great night's sleep!

Teresa

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