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Feb. 20th, 2016 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI wiped down my compression pad last night and left it out to dry. It’s still not dry. It’s been twelve hours, and I really ought to put the dratted thing back on. I’m just not enthusiastic about pressing a bit of damp foam up against my body and then layering clothing over it. I guess I must have gotten it wetter last night than I have the previous times I’ve cleaned it because overnight has always been long enough for it to dry completely before.
At the moment, I’m debating between showering and going back to bed. I slept middling well last night. I kept half waking up and realizing how much my head hurt but not being awake enough (or motivated enough) to get up and take something for it. That was a full blown migraine by the time I finally got up this morning, and the pain from that was almost enough to keep me flat on my back even though I knew that taking an Amerge would likely help.
I was so exhausted by the time I went to bed last night that I was feeling physically ill: headache, nausea, and general body aches. I napped for about two hours yesterday afternoon at a point when I was so tired that I was losing the ability to talk coherently.
The cab to my appointment yesterday morning got me there forty minutes before the appointment. Because it was warmish (40F) and because I was afraid I’d fall asleep if I sat down, I walked for a little bit, about five blocks total, and hacked a bunch of Ingress portals. I was downtown, so there were a lot of them around. That’s more walking than I’ve done at any point since last March. Well, maybe not… I think I’ve gone grocery shopping twice, and that probably involved more walking. Unfortunately, when I got to the building where my appointment was, the elevator was broken, so I had to take the stairs to the third floor. I would not have taken the walk if I’d known, and the combination left me pretty thoroughly exhausted (and would have even without the not having slept thing).
My psychiatrist said that, if the not being able to sleep thing remains occasional, say once a month, we can probably leave things be, but that, if it gets any more frequent, she wants to talk to me about options for medication. We agreed that, next time, I’ll try benadryl and see if that does anything. If it doesn’t, I’ll try Ativan which she says is okay for very occasional use in that way (two or three times a month, I think). If I need something more frequently and benadryl isn’t cutting it, we’ll talk about something more serious. I’m very much not enthusiastic about that, but the last thirty six hours have been unpleasant enough that I’d definitely take something to avoid a repeat.
She also said that the not sleeping didn’t sound entirely like an anxiety thing given that I wasn’t worrying. She didn’t rule it out entirely because I express worry in weird ways. An obsession with story ideas might very well be an anxiety coping mechanism gone wrong. She didn’t discount the possibility that it’s a new, hormonal thing. She pointed out that changes in that are only to be expected given all of the crap I’ve been going through with the surgery and radiation and tamoxifen, and the first time this the-story-won’t-let-me-sleep thing came up was last November or December. I don’t recall if it was in proximity to my period or not.
Scott is working today. He was scheduled to go in at 3, but they called around 11 to say that they wouldn’t need him until 7, so he got a bit more sleep. The current plan is for him to do the grocery shopping on his way home. Doing it tomorrow is a bad option because his family is expecting us to come up for a birthday celebration. I’m not sure what time they want us there, but hopefully, it won’t be any earlier than 2. I do want us to have time to get to the library. I have to go in personally to renew my library card some time between now and mid-March, and tomorrow’s as good a day to do it as any given that I’m going to have to leave the house anyway.
At the moment, I’m debating between showering and going back to bed. I slept middling well last night. I kept half waking up and realizing how much my head hurt but not being awake enough (or motivated enough) to get up and take something for it. That was a full blown migraine by the time I finally got up this morning, and the pain from that was almost enough to keep me flat on my back even though I knew that taking an Amerge would likely help.
I was so exhausted by the time I went to bed last night that I was feeling physically ill: headache, nausea, and general body aches. I napped for about two hours yesterday afternoon at a point when I was so tired that I was losing the ability to talk coherently.
The cab to my appointment yesterday morning got me there forty minutes before the appointment. Because it was warmish (40F) and because I was afraid I’d fall asleep if I sat down, I walked for a little bit, about five blocks total, and hacked a bunch of Ingress portals. I was downtown, so there were a lot of them around. That’s more walking than I’ve done at any point since last March. Well, maybe not… I think I’ve gone grocery shopping twice, and that probably involved more walking. Unfortunately, when I got to the building where my appointment was, the elevator was broken, so I had to take the stairs to the third floor. I would not have taken the walk if I’d known, and the combination left me pretty thoroughly exhausted (and would have even without the not having slept thing).
My psychiatrist said that, if the not being able to sleep thing remains occasional, say once a month, we can probably leave things be, but that, if it gets any more frequent, she wants to talk to me about options for medication. We agreed that, next time, I’ll try benadryl and see if that does anything. If it doesn’t, I’ll try Ativan which she says is okay for very occasional use in that way (two or three times a month, I think). If I need something more frequently and benadryl isn’t cutting it, we’ll talk about something more serious. I’m very much not enthusiastic about that, but the last thirty six hours have been unpleasant enough that I’d definitely take something to avoid a repeat.
She also said that the not sleeping didn’t sound entirely like an anxiety thing given that I wasn’t worrying. She didn’t rule it out entirely because I express worry in weird ways. An obsession with story ideas might very well be an anxiety coping mechanism gone wrong. She didn’t discount the possibility that it’s a new, hormonal thing. She pointed out that changes in that are only to be expected given all of the crap I’ve been going through with the surgery and radiation and tamoxifen, and the first time this the-story-won’t-let-me-sleep thing came up was last November or December. I don’t recall if it was in proximity to my period or not.
Scott is working today. He was scheduled to go in at 3, but they called around 11 to say that they wouldn’t need him until 7, so he got a bit more sleep. The current plan is for him to do the grocery shopping on his way home. Doing it tomorrow is a bad option because his family is expecting us to come up for a birthday celebration. I’m not sure what time they want us there, but hopefully, it won’t be any earlier than 2. I do want us to have time to get to the library. I have to go in personally to renew my library card some time between now and mid-March, and tomorrow’s as good a day to do it as any given that I’m going to have to leave the house anyway.
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Date: 2016-02-20 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-20 10:29 pm (UTC)Scott takes benadryl most nights because he has trouble falling asleep, and it works well for him.
I was actually a bit surprised that my doctor didn't bring it up as a possibility. I had to suggest it as the first thing to try. She was all set to go to the bigger hammers which is something I'd rather wait to do.