May 8, 2008

• What a rude wake up call. The tapping of hammers and the whirl of drills jolted me awake. Confusion clouded my mind as I looked around to estimate my surroundings. My body feels so heavy like I’m sunk into the bed (which is wonderfully comfortable by the way).

  After my arrival, I picked up my rental car and drove towards what I thought were the diections to my hotel. LA has so many freeways to navigate that I wanted 2 be careful. You know what? I was so beside myself tired I drove to the college where I’ll be training and not my hotel. I read the wrong directions! 25 minutes later I’m trying to navigate my way to my intended destination. My eyes were burning and I clutched the steering wheel and refocused. It was not easy. After perhaps 15 minutes I made my way to the hotel. I brought my luggage to the room and although I couldn’t wait to fall out, I knew I needed to eat. My stomach was turning and my head was beginning to throb. After finding a decent meal (one of my favs that is not fast food), I took a hot showee. i actually had to lean on the walls a couple of times because I almost fell!

  I sprayed the bed with lavender linen spray, played a relaxation sleep CD and fell out. It was after midnight.
  My own body was a cruel clock as I woke many times throughout the night and stared through blurred eyes at the ceiling around 6. I managed to force myself back to sleep until the dreaded hammer and drill.

  I checked in on my son. Dad says he’s doin ok. I’m praying for continued healing. I’ll be home tomorrow night to enjoy being with them on the weekend only to leave them again on Monday for five days. My friend reminded me that I’m doing this to support all of us. She is right and I know it too. I’m grateful for this journey as I stumble through it.

  Signing off from my blackberry

  K

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