Normal is on the Horizon

Sleeping is so hard and gross. Every night it's a big chore to try and get to sleep and when I do it's like skipping a rock across the water. I'm only skimming sleep. While partially asleep I'm having complicated dreams about past emotional losses, torments and having adventures in detailed claymation scapes. I know. I'm odd.

Apparently this is all part of the process to get me sleeping again. My GP did tell me that I would start dreaming again but WHOA! Wild wild mental night escapades. Despite it being a form of torture and me involuntarily staying up until 1:00am and being in bed until noon, I am starting to feel better again. After 3 weeks of getting winded walking from room to room I have picked up the hoop again and even partially walked up the mountain.

When I did go up the mountain I was super slow and had my agile 14 year old saying, "C'mon mum, hurry up, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon". I would have strangled him if I had been able to catch him.

All in all things are getting better. It's just so aggravating that after getting a bone marrow transplant it can be like having a clunking car engine that needs a major tune up. Everything, EVERYTHING is off kilter and it makes living hard, but if a whole lot of things can get adjusted back into place (hormones, muscles, sleep, medicaions etc. etc.) then a "normal" life is on the horizon.

It feels fantastic to be able to say that.