A Fish Out Of Water

KathiM

dorothyt said:

Kim, YOU GO GIRL!!!!! I know
Kim, YOU GO GIRL!!!!! I know how it is with a two year old. You don't need a sleeping pill after caring for them all day. I have two great- nephews one is 3 and the other one is 2. My niece ask me to watch them, The Day Care was close, so I said to myself This will be a piece of cake. Never talk to yourself, its a sign that you may be losing it.(YOUR MIND) Those two wore me down. We went for a walk. That did not work. I sit outside with them ,a big mistake, I gave them something to eat the 2 year old ate but the 3 year old would not eat. I was so glad to hear my brother drive up, he stay next door, I got their stuff and bought them to him. Trying to keep up with those kids is a job. That was the longest 45 minutes of my life. SMILE!!!!!!

When did we change???/rofl
I raised 2 kids. I THINK I handled it....

I then 'watched' a friend's 6 (count it, SIX) 'stairstep' kids for 3 hours. By the end "Aunt Kathi" felt like velcro-ing them to the walls! ROFL!!!!

I now pick seats on the plane that have no one behind them, even tho these don't recline as far. 10 plus hours of kicking my seat back is not pleasant...

So, my question is....WHEN did I become an OLD LADY (lol, ROFL)????????

Hugs to a fellow warrior....(all in fun, BTW).

Hugs, Kathi

cabbott

Sleep and me
The first year after my mastectomy (especially the first 6 or 7 months) I didn't sleep well at all. I was an emotional mess. I was sure I was a goner and I didn't want to leave my little boy (alright, he was 10 1/2 but he was still MY baby as far as I was concerned). I figured I might have 2 or 3 years left tops. Constant nightmares during the day blended into the problems of the day and the worst nightmare of all was waking up to find out that the cancer diagnosis was still there. It was a problem that didn't go away. I suppose I could have asked the doctor for some help medically, but I figured it wasn't really depression since I had what I considered to be a fairly good reason to be depressed. Looking back, I wonder. Maybe the doctor could have evened out some of those lows and I would have been able to concentrate during the day better and sleep better at night. I never tried medical assistance for the emotional toll of cancer, so I don't know. But lots of exercise (at least an hour of something that would make me physically tired and sweaty) helped a lot. Staying away from coffee and soda helped. (Alcohol is also a drug to avoid. . .). I found a support group with the help of a medical social worker that helped me vent in a safe place without wearing out my family. And time passed. Now that I'm at 6 years, I am certainly in a better place emotionally. I still go to the gym every morning Monday through Friday (5:30 AM when it opens--no conflicts then!). I found that coffee after 4 pm guarentees I will be up at least one or two extra times, but I'm drinking it again when I want to. A ceiling fan over my bed takes care of the hot flashes during the summer and flipping the blankets back and closing the heater vent to my room takes care them during the winter. I wear summer PJ's no matter what the season. I feel like I'm getting a good night's sleep now compared to back then. My expectations may have changed since "before BC" though. A great night's sleep now means I wake up once and manage to go back to sleep before the alarm goes off at 5 AM. Good luck getting your twenty winks!

C. Abbott

mmontero38

cabbott said:

Sleep and me
The first year after my mastectomy (especially the first 6 or 7 months) I didn't sleep well at all. I was an emotional mess. I was sure I was a goner and I didn't want to leave my little boy (alright, he was 10 1/2 but he was still MY baby as far as I was concerned). I figured I might have 2 or 3 years left tops. Constant nightmares during the day blended into the problems of the day and the worst nightmare of all was waking up to find out that the cancer diagnosis was still there. It was a problem that didn't go away. I suppose I could have asked the doctor for some help medically, but I figured it wasn't really depression since I had what I considered to be a fairly good reason to be depressed. Looking back, I wonder. Maybe the doctor could have evened out some of those lows and I would have been able to concentrate during the day better and sleep better at night. I never tried medical assistance for the emotional toll of cancer, so I don't know. But lots of exercise (at least an hour of something that would make me physically tired and sweaty) helped a lot. Staying away from coffee and soda helped. (Alcohol is also a drug to avoid. . .). I found a support group with the help of a medical social worker that helped me vent in a safe place without wearing out my family. And time passed. Now that I'm at 6 years, I am certainly in a better place emotionally. I still go to the gym every morning Monday through Friday (5:30 AM when it opens--no conflicts then!). I found that coffee after 4 pm guarentees I will be up at least one or two extra times, but I'm drinking it again when I want to. A ceiling fan over my bed takes care of the hot flashes during the summer and flipping the blankets back and closing the heater vent to my room takes care them during the winter. I wear summer PJ's no matter what the season. I feel like I'm getting a good night's sleep now compared to back then. My expectations may have changed since "before BC" though. A great night's sleep now means I wake up once and manage to go back to sleep before the alarm goes off at 5 AM. Good luck getting your twenty winks!

C. Abbott

I agree Cabbott, it does get
I agree Cabbott, it does get better with time and when we get more comfortable with our own prognosis. I find that now, if it wasn't for the hot flashes I might be able to sleep through the night. At least, I am now able to fall asleep faster once the hot flash goes away. Hugs, Lili

chenheart

kbc4869 said:

OMG
OMG, Chen! Nobody's been jealous of me in like a Ga-zillion years! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so excited I may not sleep tonight! Just kidding. (Honestly, I think my ability to sleep has a lot to do with having a two year old. I'm sure by the time she's 13 I'll be back to pacing the floors and writing you guys at 1:00 am, but till then . . . . ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Sweet Dreams and Love Ya, Girlfriend!

Kim

Beautiful Dreamer
For the record, there is no one in the world I would rather be jealous of than you! XOXOXOX

and sweet dreams right back at cha!

Hugs,
Claudia