And again...

 

I read somewhere this week that exercise is supposed to help your OCD and also help you sleep. I exercised a lot this weekend and my OCD is raging and it hasn't helped my sleep, either. I woke up at 3:51 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I had every intention of getting up an hour early to do said exercise, but since I couldn't sleep and today is a 14-hr day for me, I didn't go.

Last night I had another grim reaper dream. This time I went to the home of a long-time family friend. She and her husband have known my parents since I was a kid. I haven't actually seen her in about 30 years, but I talk to her daughters on Facebook once in a while.

Anyway, when I got to her house it was very obvious that she was sick, REALLY sick. She had - you know - I can't even type the word. She had the Big C. Now I'm thinking I shouldn't have even typed that but I'm going to leave it up to challenge myself. So now I am fighting the urge - again - to tell her daughters to take her to the doctor to have her checked out for the above mentioned disease. I am probably going to see this woman in September at my parents' 50th wedding anniversary party. Not sure I can even look her in the eye, if she's alive, that is.

Peace,
~e~