I'm at home. Last night I had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, and today I ate three square meals and spent all day with my kids and my wife. I had a vision and when it happened, I didn't even drop the cup of tea I was having. There was no pain. I stood still, saw what I needed to see, and proceeded over to the phone to call Razvan who was able to save a young woman who needed saving. All without drama (well...other than the poor girl's, but I have been assured she's fine) or pain or far too much attention paid to yours truly because I fell into something or on something or bled from something.
Is this how being normal feels? I mean...aside from the vision. Waking up refreshed and actually eating before I suddenly realise it's midnight and I've forgotten to eat a thing?
Jesus H. Christ, says the ex-priest. I never knew life could be this good.
And tomorrow (since it is after midnight on the 8th) it's my birthday. I will be turning 40. Since I am feeling as good as I am, we're having a party on the family yacht. You're all welcome if you can read this. There won't be alcohol, sorry, but plenty of food and drinks and music and fun. The boat is big enough for people to mill around. I really look forward to seeing you all there if you can make it.
The world is such a wonderful place to be in right now.
Yesterday the brilliant Yvonne came to me and she gave me a drug they'd been testing to allow me to have the visions without causing pain.
I've had three visions since yesterday, and every single one of them was absolutely pain free. I'm feeling great. I slept and I ate and I'm acting like a real human being for the first time in probably years, and it's so wonderful I could cry.
I actually did. I know I'm an emotional basketcase.
I'm in the hospital for one more day, just to make sure there's no side-effects. I miss home, but this is so worth it. Those visions and they pain they bring had plagued me for three years. Ever since they decided just interrupting my sleep wasn't enough and they have to invade my waking life too.
I'm feeling much better. Lucian found a way to stop the visions (for now) so my poor head can heal. I'm still in a lot of pain but, as you can see, I'm able to...you know...function. I spent the morning with my family and it was exactly what I needed.
Now I feel ridiculous to be confined to this bed, but I've been told if I leave it, I'm in Serious Trouble. And I do what I'm told because Aly and Abby mean Serious Business.
Sleeping for a week doesn't actually sound that bad, though. Nor does eating...everything.