Dream a little dream...or two
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I don't usually remember my dreams, but last night I had two that I was able to remember this morning. First, let me say...I tossed and turned all night last night...woke up once and all of the pillows were on the floor, the comforter was hanging over the edge of the bed, and poor little Spook was sleeping on the chair instead of snuggled up next to me like she usually does. I think I must have been especially active.
Anyhow, the first dream was...I woke up to an early morning dawn, a beautiful day. I jumped out of bed and did some exercises then got dressed and put on my running shoes. I then went outside and ran 5 miles. Came home feeling wonderful...and then I woke up.
In the second dream, I was at my doctor's office and she was squeezing all of my joints and I was crying...and then I woke up.
And you know which dream bothered me the most? Yep, the first one. I pondered that all morning at work and finally came to the conclusion that it upset me because I'm afraid it'll never happen again. I don't want to be 54 years old and not able to get out and enjoy life. Okay, okay...I know that may be a bit melodramatic. Just because I may never be able to run again doesn't mean that I can't still enjoy life. I know this, really I do. But it's still difficult to accept the possibilities...
Right now I'm trying my best not to dwell on what the future may hold. Waiting until I see the rheumatologist and see what we can do. I'm hoping that there will be meds that will help with the pain and the swelling...and I'm really hoping that we find them on the first go round...lol!
Sorry for being a tad pessimistic with this post...but thanks for listening.