Thanks, Rap. Coming from you, how could I not believe that?

I ended up, to be sure I'd get enough sleep to NOT bring a "bull" into a very tightly laid out "china shop," trying a sleep med that bought me one 12 hour sleep, and one about half that. A few more days for that situation to ripen, and all will shift back to where I can bring my unique skillset to bear on it.

I think it's been the waiting-- for that moment-- that's had my tight abs levitating me off the bed. I also woke, from that 12-hour sleep respite, remembering that when my son got stuck in the birth canal and they said to stop pushing until the c-section team arrived, I'd used a keening scream to keep from pushing thru what (by then) were oxytocin-fueled monster contractions. (You can't push with an open throat!) So, after the sleep meds wore off, I just sang-howled to my service dog every time my belly tensed. She'd wag, I'd laugh, the day passed. A new anti-anxiety alternative.

These meds run against my whole mind-management belief system and practice. I decided that since I'd had to forego that practice for the duration, a few days' use could be ok, and so I'll schedule extra time for that practice once I get out of the "china shop."

"Michael row the boat ashore...."

~S~