Mike is home from the cabin. Which means Sam is home, too!
I love Sam. He’s such a big warm happy spot on the earth. And in my bed! I love waking up and feeling him against my back. And last night, I slept 5 hours without waking from pain and when I did wake, Sam was there, breathing loudly and chasing rabbits in his dreams.
And this morning, for the first time in months, I feel like myself. The coffee (organic Costa Rican) is amazingly coffee-like this morning. I feel awake. Not manic awake like I’ve been feeling these past months of pushing through pain and sleep deprivation; not forced wakefulness that surfaces doubts and confusion and mental dullness. But awake. Thelma and Louise awake.
I had another session yesterday with my chiropractor and the massage therapist. Today is with the physical therapist. I have hope. And I have faith that my body will heal. Which sounds, you know, hokey, but it’s true.
I hope tomorrow Mike and Sam and I can go for a long walk and enjoy spring and that I can do it without feeling every step.
