It’s 4:08am. Do you know where your spouse is? Absolutely. He’s upstairs passed out in our king-sized bed. Along with my Mini Schnauzer named Charlie, who is blissfully sprawled out in my spot. Amazing how a 20lb dog can turn into a 200lb dog when you’re trying to sleep.
Which brings me to my point. I can’t sleep. And it suuuuuuuuucks. Tonight was the first night I didn’t take anything to help me sleep. I have been sleeping pretty well, and longer these last couple days when I take my meds, so I thought that maybe I’m to the point where I don’t need something extra to visit the Land of Nod.
I was wrong.
And now I’m super cranky.
Well, I’m more cranky because there is really nothing on TV at this hour. Even if you have cable. I mean, I just watched an infomercial about some chick with a southern accent all upset because she has to reuse her catheters. Really??? I want to sleep!!!! I don’t want a visual of some lady reusing a catheter. Deeeeelllicious!! Thank God there are companies out there to deal with this oh-so-pressing issue.
Moving on…
Tomorrow is the day Jon and I meet with the MS Doc. Whoops…later TODAY. I’m very excited and also very nervous. Excited because I want to know what we can do to get my symptoms under control. It appears that the only good the steroids have done thusfar is to keep my sorry butt up until all hours of the night. We’ve got to find something that will work for me.
Oh, and how is it that I just started this blog a few days ago and over 350 people have viewed it??? I don't think I know 300 people. OK, well I have over 400 friends on Facebook, but we all know that I don't really *know* 400 people. Nor would they all care that I have a blog. Oh so curious...
Oh good! “Maid In Manhattan” is on. Nothing like some Ralph Fiennes and Jennifer Lopez to help me sleep. Or not.
