Insomnia strikes again.
My previous post was just a few hours ago, but it's after midnight so I guess this one can count for day 95. It's a cruel twist of fate that the minute my head hits the pillow my mind starts racing and my legs get jumpy. I felt perfectly fine on the couch two hours ago. Now I can't sit or lay still (I just walked five hundred steps around my kitchen - I counted) and my whole body feels "off". This cancer thing is the gift that keeps on giving.
Hubby gets mad when I tell him about episodes like this. He says I should wake him up. While I would love some middle of the night company and maybe some moral support because I'm frustrated as hell, there's no sense in both of us being tired and cranky tomorrow.
I really, really want to go to sleep. I have to go walk some more laps instead.
I hate having cancer.
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