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I’m more than a little frustrated. There’s something off in my left shoulder, near my neck, that’s limiting my mobility and making sleep hard. Basically, once I set it off, I’m very, very likely to develop a migraine. Raising my arm does it. Turning my head does it. Lying on my side (either one) does it. Scott’s theory is that this is leftover stress, just my body not realizing that the thing that’s been winding me tight—radiation treatment— is over. I’m wondering if it’s some sort of last minute RSI from having to raise that arm for treatment. Whatever it is, I hope it goes away soon because it’s making sleeping hard.

Because lying down was giving me trouble last night, I tried setting up to sleep on the loveseat with the footrest raised. Unfortunately, the back of the loveseat pushed my head forward in a way that made things hurt more, so I ended up back in bed. I think I got about five hours of sleep all night. Maybe I can manage more sleep this afternoon.

I discovered that most of our cold packs are completely buried in the freezer. There’s one near the front, but I know we have at least three more. I just didn’t feel up to digging for them at 1:30 in the morning.

I think I’m going to send Scott to the library alone again this week. I just don’t think I can cope with getting dressed to go out, not just for a trip to the library. I kind of want to go out for dinner to celebrate being done with radiation, but I don’t know if I can cope with that.

Pretty much entirely due to playing Ingress on the way to and from doctor’s appointments, I’ve advanced to third level. I’m not particularly invested, but it’s interesting to note.

The radiation therapy people gave me, of all things, a certificate of completion. It looks a heck of a lot like the certificates they give kids for playing Rec & Ed sports. Scott and I laughed about it last night. I guess I went to all the practices and showed up for all the games.

I think I won’t quite believe that it’s over until I don’t go to the hospital on Monday. I suspect that my brain will start winding itself up around 11:30 on Monday, insisting that I do need to go. Six weeks is enough time to make something habit.