I had a great doctor’s appointment yesterday and we’re on the way for some treatments. One of the first one’s is my sleep issues. Unfortunately, one of my sleep issues is I want to stay up and get more work done. But I’ve always been prone to insomnia so it’s well past time to fix things.

She said she was going to give me something for the sleep and I just sat there…wait for it, wait for it,…ambien. Yep, of course. It’s the most common one used. But I’ve heard so many horror stories about it that as the evening progressed I was starting to get a little tweaked out. You know, nervously talking too much. Which is really bad in my case because I don’t ever shut up on a 100% normal day

Wow, who’d a thunk this post would happen? Grab your fav drink depending what time of day and night you are reading this and sit in for a bit, it could be a long one.

I’m having a horrible week. A truly horrible last 10 days and counting actually. It’s not all been bad, I did get a date night with hubby so the last couple of days were much better and looking up.

It’s been difficult to get a post together for the healing. Not because I don’t want to talk about it, but because it’s not easy for me to pinpoint when I’ve crossed another bridge. It just happens and life gets a little lighter.

The biggest and most difficult is still coming to terms with the fact I may have missed out on other really good relationships in my life. I stand by my no regrets, BUT I am still human so it pops up from time-to-time.

Well, I’ll get into my Dad’s dream that kept him alive in this post. I’ll try to keep it shorter, but ya know how I ramble at time.

My Dad was in Vietnam. He’d had a recurring dream where he bled to death because he had no tourniquet. The dream was so vivid and happened so many times that he finally purchased a handkerchief and tied it around his helmet. Just to set his mind at ease. I’m not sure on the time frame, but he was shot and the only reason he survived was he had that handkerchief.

Chrissy reminded me of something when she said “Your like that person, that keeps you on the right track, like a work out buddy LOL. Thank you!” on my Start Healing post.

I’ve had a theory but I haven’t researched it much.

I do believe that we all have a calling and it’s whether or not we choose to listen to it. I realized a long time ago that I have a gift for listening and helping people work through their issues themselves. Yes, I have thought about going back to school, but I refuse to ever be tied down to a 9-5 job again even if it would be my own scheduling.