you may say i am a dreamer...

anyone who knows me well, knows that i have always been a vivid dreamer. my dreams have continued to become more realistic and more often as i have grown older. for the man i share a bed with, this can be entertaining, scary and adventurous... all in one night. i notice that food, drink, medication and any life change can drastically alter the frequency and intensity of my dreams. yesterday my doctor cut my percocet dose in half. although i feel much better because of it, the change was enough to really affect my sleep pattern, just as my knight in shining armor was saddling up for the battle.

my mom brought me home from the doctor around 3 and got me all situated before she had to get back to her life. damn her. she has helped us since the day before surgery, cooking, cleaning and making sure i didn't lose my mind. needless to say, my husband wanted the opportunity to take care of me- and since moms just know how to do it, he lovingly stepped aside.

last night he brought me my favorite greek salad, poured me a glass of wine and pretended to love getting into bed at 6. our wifi is useless in our adult sanctuary now, ahem... so we couldn't even get a movie on. being the good sport he is though, he rubbed my leg, made me laugh and laid with me until i fell hard asleep. this probably took about five minutes. back to the dream part.

with my dose of medication chopped in half and part of my foot chopped completely off, it only took a couple hours for the pain to set in. this was pleasantly accompanied by some of the most vivid and scary dreams i have had in a long time. i won't go into detail, but just know that in the dream i was being injured and unable to get up too. i finally broke out of my sleep in a cold sweat yelling for my life. i immediately turned to justin to have him turn the light on for me. no justin.

this time i yelled "babe!" repeatedly and rang my bell that was bestowed upon me, frantically. nothing.

by the time i could get myself up, get my crutches and my bearings- i was pissy. there's not much worse than a pissed off wife with crutches coming at you in the middle of the night. i can only imagine. i got all the way out to our living room (which is a trek) to see him dead asleep with a bad romcom running on the chromecast. it wasn't a pretty wake up for him.

we got back to bed, with me rehashing the importance of him being within audible range of me during this time.. and i fell back to slumber.

and so comes the sun. rough night of sleep for us both. i'm sure as much as he didn't want to leave me home alone all day, work is a welcome respite. he asked if i'd like coffee and got up to begin our morning for us. i hear the grinder, smell the fresh brew and lay there contemplating how many laps around the house i may do today- then i hear the garage door open. someone forgot that he set the alarm. i know i have 60 seconds before the police get notified, but after about 10 seconds i realize he has no idea... so there i am scrambling for crutches, naked, to get up and hobble quickly to the alarm keypad (also a trek). NO MAN wants to see his angry wife on crutches, coming after him, not once- but twice. poor guy.

my day turned a corner when i was able to shower all by myself (much to his dismay) and get myself out to the living room to watch back to back episodes of parenthood.

all good.
xo