A Rude Awakening

  If you know me personally or are not a new reader, you most likely know that I have a handful of health challenges which give me the opportunity to grow stronger on a daily basis. The combination of my uncooperative body, everyday life, and the needs of my family are locked in a constant battle with one another.

  It's a long story involving chronic pain and other similarly boring things, but the amount of sleep I've had for each of the past three days was as follows:

Wednesday night:  4 hours.
Thursday night:  3 hours.
Friday night:  1 hour.

  Yeah, you read that right. Yesterday I was running all day on 1 hour of sleep.


So anyway, last night I was finally able to go to sleep at a decent time and I got 8 consecutive hours of rest! YAY!!!

  And how did I feel when I woke up this morning? Well, I had a vivid dream where I was gruesomely killed by a large piece of heavy machinery, which I could not stop from crushing me no matter how hard I tried to move out of it's way. My death in the dream is what woke me up.

Message received...

...get more sleep, or I will perish.

Got it.  o_O

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