David has been in placement at the psychiatric residential treatment facility (PRTF) for 6 weeks. I still find myself keeping odd hours like I am keeping track of what he is doing in the middle of the night. In the evening I doze a bit, and then am up half the night as per the routine when he was home. Prior to his return home last January, he was gone for more than two years and I still had this pattern of sleep. Up in the middle of the night, sleep during the day. I find that I have a difficult time sleeping in a regular bed. Even when I stay in hotels I tend to sleep on the couch rather than the bed. Too bad hotels don’t have rooms with just a couch, a tv, and a bathroom. I don’t need the bed. I am not sure what the
I have some difficulties. I am so used to being up all night with him that even when he isn’t home, I can’t sleep. Odd, it even happens if I am staying in hotels. There, though, I invariably end up stripping the bed and sleeping on the couch in the room if there is one. When David was in placement for two years, I still had difficulties with sleeping at night. Sucks, wasting perfectly good sleep time by being awake. You know. When I was in the U.S. Army, i could fall asleep as quick as I could shut my truck down. A 15 minute snooze was like an hour or two of sleep. Not so much any more, and maybe that is starting to affect my health in different ways. Not sure. Ah well. Today is a good day. Tonight I will get to visit David. I miss him.
shhh He is sleeping. Arm curled around his dog. Cat cuddled up on the other side. Gentle slumber, and for once, a night without bad dreams. How do I know? when he sleeps, I am awake. I know when he has a bad dream. It is as much a part of him as air. If he has no bad dreams by this time of the night, he won’t have bad dreams at all. Not sure why it is. Rest easy my son, tomorrow will be a good day. Tweet #fighting4answrs