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Nightmares, While You're Sleeping and in Real Life

When I had Cushing's, my dreams were so vivid.  When I had a nightmare, I would wake up sweaty and tearful, like something had actually happened to me.  I thought I was done with nightmares, but this week, with all the chaos and tragedy surrounding the Boston Marathon Bombings, including a manhunt that lasted about 24 hours, I was having sleepless nights, and living basically in a nightmare.  I watched on Monday as the blasts happened, from my living room couch, commenting on the military presence right before the first bomb went off.  I sat in shock watching all of these great people run towards the bomb to help the victims, and wondered if any of the helpers or victims were people I knew.

Last night, as the suspects went on a rampage through Cambridge and Watertown, I sat awake in my bed glued to twitter to find out what was happening.  Today, I went to work, and every time someone that looked even remotely like the suspects rounded the corner, my heart raced.  Tonight, just after they told people they were not on lockdown anymore, but to be careful, the second suspect was finally taken into custody, along with 3 more people who could possibly be connected.  I'm hoping tonight I will be able to sleep without nightmares, because hopefully the real life one is starting to close.
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  1. AnonymousMay 7, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    Hi Danielle,

    you said when you had cushing's - are you cushing free today? and if so can you tell me how you did it?

    Gloria

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