recouping dreams

Last night,

I dreamt that,

Barbra Streisand and I,

were,

chatting,

just chatting,

like old friends,

on the phone,

I know,

it sounds ridiculous,

but,

I woke up,

with a smile on my face.

🙂

My dreams have been,

difficult of late,

bloody and painful,

even,

and,

a silly dream about,

someone,

who,

I only ‘know’ because,

she is famous,

made me feel,

good,

comfortable,

I woke with a smile,

and,

that is wonderful.

My recovery has been,

excellent,

things are moving along,

on,

or,

ahead of,

schedule,

I am healing.

My scar looks better,

everyday,

my pain improves,

everyday,

the pain isn’t bad,

more discomfort than pain,

I feel stronger and less tired,

too.

Seems to me I have been tired,

for years.

My body image has also,

vastly improved,

lose a fibroid the size,

of a soccer ball,

and,

two others,

not much smaller,

and,

you’ve got a vastly reduced,

gut.

A smaller gut,

even if it looks – funny, at this point, a bit like a deflated balloon,

is still a smaller gut,

I’ve ‘dreamt’ of a smaller gut,

for years,

and now,

I have it,

it makes me feel better,

about myself,

my looks,

and,

recouping my dreams,

from the realm of,

bloody miscarriages,

and,

surgeries,

does too.

I feel pretty good you all,

middle of the road to,

recovery,

all is well.

Later girls,

BB