Krissie: Steady as she Goes

Photo on 2013-01-09 at 10.04 Still revising. Still not sleeping (today I woke up at 8 but I’m so effing sleepy, and I have to go to the doctor to change my meds at 11. At least this doctor isn’t at the back end of the beyond — Friday I have my gynecologist and they’re 65 miles away.
Yawn. Tab didn’t do it, coffee’s not going much better.
But …
The food’s going well. Richie’s sick and still asleep so i can’t check my weight (though I expect they will at the health center).I’ll try again tomorrow. Gotta finish these revisions today so I can jump into the new book (and I’m getting excited about it).

I was having Deep Thoughts last night but I can’t remember what they are. I think I discovered the meaning of life, etc. But then I had a nightmare. I was searching for my sister and my father in the hospital. I knew my mother was dead, because I told the volunteers that she used to work there (she was head of PR at Princeton Hospital). And I kept getting in the wrong elevator, and being taken to a different campus out of town, and I was getting more and more frantic until I finally found them in the basement cafeteria, which looked like the cafeteria in one of my grade schools.

I think I made myself find them deliberately, because the dream was getting so frantic and distressing that it was waking me up, but even forcing a resolution in a half=sleeping state didn’t fix it. Hate dreams like that.

Unless it had something to tell me. Though I can’t imagine what.
I promise — a weight update tomorrow.

Krissie: Trauma

Hey, does life with Cats and Dogs also cover our families? Trauma erupted last night, brewing between my son and his fiancee, who is the best thing that ever happened to him. He’s going to lose her because he’s being such an asshole, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Let go and let god. That was always the hardest part of the 12 steps for me. Step number three, … forget the exact words, but it’s turning things over to a higher power, because we admit that we can’t deal with it any more. I do that. I turn things over. And then I always take them back. Continue reading