I have a little sleep confession...
I'm not very good at it.
Especially when stressed.
During the day I'm fine. I can do all the things I need to do and barely give the transplant a second thought.
But at night it's a different story. It's weird - because I'm still not really thinking about the transplant. Not consciously anyway.
But I can feel it as a tight ball of worry in my chest. And it keeps me awake.
Dammit - now I can hear Ashlea's pump beeping...just as well I'm awake hey?