Last night was a nightmare.

I didn’t sleep well at all. The light went out at 9:30 but I was up and down all night. When I would drift off, I would dream strange dreams about clicking a link every time I coughed. I’d taken a Melatonin so I could, at least, relax. Several hours later, I took another one. I’d had a quart of water, started the distiller, and there was only one cup of water left to wash it down.

It was a little after 6 when I woke and got up. I crawled in the tub and soaked for awhile before I drank another quart of water, then when 9:50 rolled around, I went out for half an hour in the sun. I hunted up the little neck pillow my older granddaughter gave me a couple of years ago and it’s perfect for the purpose. I don’t need that fancy lounge chair I was coveting. I’d been using a rolled up towel but this is better. When I came in, I had a splitting headache.

I’m writing this offline. It’s trying to kick up a storm out there so the modem is unplugged.


I really didn’t have meals, as such, today.
20 ozzies grapefruit juice
21 ozzies OJ with four Ataulfo mangos in a smoothie
32 ozzies watermelonade
3 Campari tomatoes
A handful of grape tomatoes
3 regular tomatoes cut in wedges, naked
Half a large head of lettuce all by itself
Some Bing cherries (sorry, I didn’t count them)

Between the grapefruit juice and the smoothie, I lay down to listen to the Sabbath School discussion on PineKnoll and went to sleep. That reminds me, I still need to have my Quiet Time. I’ll do that when I get back online. I slept for an undetermined amount of time. I felt somewhat better when I got up.

My sister called me today and left a message on CallWave. She’s still at my niece’s place. I called her back and we had a good conversation. I could tell it was about turning her wrongside out whenever I’d cough. She admonished me to use hot fomentations on my chest. I’d thought about it but I’m an old-fashioned girl who likes wool. She suggested I use a towel and put another towel on it. My microwave has seen more action this afternoon than it has in the last two years. I started in after we hung up and will put another hot towel on me when I go to bed, which isn’t going to be long.

She heard the thunder through the phone and was concerned I’d get hit by lightning so we hung up. It had been raining a little, off and on, and I didn’t get back outside this afternoon. That’s okay. We need the rain worse than I need the sun. Shortly, the storm moved closer. There was a huge crash of thunder that wasn’t far away at all. It started raining hard but not the cloudburst-type hard and I would like to believe that this was actually measurable. Weatherbug shows .04″ but that’s a few hours old. The containers are all full again and I’m going to have to pour water out of some of my planters. Thank you, Lord!

I think the fomentations have helped. Last night, when I called to asked the other organist to play, she was predicting dire consequences if I didn’t go to the doctor right away and get on antibiotics. My sister agreed that there’s no need for that with no infection. People jump on the antibiotic bandwagon much too quickly and can mess themselves up for life. If I let well enough alone, drink water and rest, my body has enough sense to heal itself. My sister also agreed that it’s quite ironic that I’m sick on my second raw food anniversary. She admonished me to go to bed on time. And I will. It’s 8:42 as I’m writing this.

It sounds like the storm is going the other way. I can hear rumbling off in the distance. It’s still raining that soft, gentle rain that does so much good. Think I’ll get back online and post this, then call it a night. I haven’t heard from my son and his family but I trust they made it to the funeral okay.

Good night, all, and sleep tight! I plan to.

3 Responses to Last night was a nightmare.

  1. Marjorie June 23, 2007 at 11:27 pm #

    Happy Anniversary, Tommie.

    Keep resting!


  2. RawCarol June 24, 2007 at 3:42 am #

    Remember you are not sick, you are now well enough for your body to do some housekeeping of its own.. and you will be even more well and healed when it is over.

  3. Tommie June 24, 2007 at 9:56 am #

    Thanks for remembering my anniversary, Marjorie!

    I’ll have to remember that, Carol, but I still don’t feel good.

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