I finally decided to write a (three page
) letter to my rheumy detailing what any given 24 hour period is like for me, including the meds, the insane amount of caffeine, and the lack of relief from either.
I've figured out from proofreading that letter that my sleep has been reduced to a series of three hour naps, never longer, even at night. I've also figured out that I've stopped doing a lot more than I realized outside of work.
I'm hoping when she gets the letter (I faxed it, but apparently the office had been closed all week, and won't be open again until Tuesday) she'll call me with some better treatment options.
There's only three things that keep me from going back to pot: Joshua, Kaylie, and the law. I think the kids would forgive me if the law would, but in the meantime, I don't want to be a bad influence on the dualling geniuses.
BTW, Inanna, I love the new fairy. Can I copy her for my daughter? She collects them.
