Sunday
Today was one of those days that was great and wasted all at once. Since I have had my shoulder surgery my PTSD has increased through the roof. I tend to stress out with pain, and so the dreams and hypervigilance tend to get worse. I avoid sleeping during the night as much as possible because of this condition, I just tend to sleep better during the day when people are up and moving around. Saturday evening was no different, I stayed up until 0233 Sunday morning and then got up at 0815 to get ready for church. I was in some intense pain, and I did everything I could to not take any medication at all. After church we came home had some left over corned beef and cabbage, and then we laid down for naps.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, when I woke up I was covered in sweat, frying hot on the outside, cold on the inside, and CRANKY. It happened again, I had the dream of jumping out of a C-130 with my son strapped onto my chest, when we landed we began moving to hunt down the enemy. Iddo was doing great, he kept his mouth shut, and was just watching. All of the sudden I ran into an enemy patrol, they opened fire on me from point blank, I turned my back to them so that Iddo would not be shot, and I could feel the bullets cutting into my back. I can still feel it right now. I remember in the dream as I am falling forward I tried to land on my side so that I would not land on top of my son. What a crappy dream. The sleep was needed, but it sucked.
Church was great and it gave me the moral uplifting I have needed for a long time, the family was wonderful, after we got up from naps we had dinner and some ice cream. The girls played well together and Iddo was his cute self, if just a little cranky. I put him down for sleep and he was out in 15 minutes. The girls went to bed without a fight, which is rare in our house, and Shea and I got to spend time together without having to fight children to have a conversation. Through this whole great day I could feel the burning skin and muscles in my back where I had been shot. I also had the feeling that I was in trouble all day long, and I just kept waiting for it.
I look forward to being able to sleep with less intense dreams. Who knows, one day they might even go away, and I will once again rest and relax like everyone else.