That’s me tonight. I was awake for at least two hours last night. It was in the middle of the night. I heard the clock strike 2 and much later, the first quarter hour which had to be 3:15. If the pillow is muffling my good ear, I don’t hear the clock at all so there were many quarter hours I didn’t hear.
Yesterday, DD had posted on Facebook how much she dislikes her nickname. I guess that was on my mind because I dreamed about her when she was a little girl. She had a tick on her ear (I’ve been concerned about them, too) and I took her to the doctor to have it removed. Strange things the mind conjures during the darkness.
Cuz came over this morning. She was still tired from yesterday and the day before and I don’t wonder why. She wears herself out and crashes. She brought my mail—a bill from the hospital for a balance that was supposed to be discounted. I called and the discount had gone through leaving a zero balance.
I still haven’t been billed for the Biggie. That will be the one for $550. Humana has applied it to the wrong account and it’s being appealed. I dread getting it in the mail. It will probably hit the same time my auto insurance or homeowners will come due. Seems I’m a magnet for the double whammy.
I don’t know if it’s the combination of Reglan and propranolol or if it’s one or the other but I am very shaky and washed out. It makes it hard to type. I keep hitting the wrong keys and have to backtrack and correct.
After I made a quick trip to town this afternoon, I came home and collapsed. I was just about in tears I felt so weak. I washed the cherries I’d bought and ate some, then had a banana with blueberries and cashew milk. That revived me somewhat but I’ve emailed my PCP and asked how to wean myself off these dratted meds. He said to email his nurse if I didn’t get a reply from him but I don’t have her address.
I was lying down on top of the cover when Cuz came over. Later, my CIL brought me some watermelon. I haven’t eaten any yet. I don’t need to feed the old bladder more ammunition. I’ll have it for breakfast. That should get it out of my system before bedtime.
Speaking of bedtime, I’m feeling the yawns coming on. It’s about that time.