This will be quick because I don't have a lot of time this morning.
I do feel much better again, although I didn't have as good a night as I had hoped for.
My sleeping meds are doing for me what they should but you can't have everything.
I am still waking every two hours in a sweat, and hopefully that will resolve itself soon.
But I do feel remarkably better in spite of lack of sleep.
Today, John has to take me into Ottawa for a medical appointment with my neurologist (his office had called on Monday saying that he wanted to see me for a follow-up from my late January visit and she was holding this morning's opening for me, so I took it).
John is taking me because, obviously, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to underake the 45-minute drive on my own just yet.
Since we'll be in Ottawa, we'll also drop in and visit our computer supply shop and get a new router (I left my buddy there a message yesterday to let him know we'd be in so he could have one waiting for us, and I'll make sure he gives me a road map of what I have to do to install it since my brain isn't quite up to capacity yet).
So with any luck, our wireless network will be back up and running at least by tomorrow (I will probably need to rest once we get home so chances of my being able to fight with the installation today are slim, although I know John will be itching to get it going).
At least I'm experiencing hunger pangs again, which delights John because he's hankering for a good meal again. I do still have go easy on the food intake because my stomach still can't handle anything too heavy yet, but that is coming along too.
I know I'm better because I'm making coffee in the morning again (and enjoying having a cup with my morning newspaper) and the news stories are really pissing me off.
So, as both my little chickadee and my husband have called to my attention, I must be recovered because I'm b****ing again (my words, not theirs).
Guess they have to take the good with the bad, or the bad with the good, whichever.
3 comments:
Thank heavens there is some light at the end of the tunnel. Its been too long in coming.
Christine
I wouldn't say you were being bitchy - you were just annoying the F...I mean crap out of me! Love you!
Your little chickadee.
It's a mother's job to annoy her child (isn't it?) -- so I am BACK ON THE JOB!!!!!!!! Love you too my little chickadee.
PS And please don't use bad words on my blog, or I might have to "reject" your comments .
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