...for December will be swallowed tonight.
And not a moment too soon! My brain is seizing up. Decisions need to be made and I am nearly incapable. I am messing up other meds. I am trying to arrange my Dr. Miller visit. I am trying to remember things. And I am nearly paralyzed. I've been up since 10:44am (thanks Frank!) and only just out of the shower.
Pomalyst was none of the things I thought. Unlike Revlimid which just put me to sleep, Pomalyst makes me shaky and dizzy, but unable to sleep. My body is physically exhausted, my eyes are burning, but I don't sleep until I nearly pass out. Even then, it's not restful. It's full of strange, vivid dreams. No, it turns out Tommy didn't come out to the living room the other evening and cut his hair and make a mess after I had just swept and washed the floor. First off, Tom shaves his head to a whisper of hair these days. He hasn't has curls in twenty years, lol. But Sunday evening I dropped dead on the couch while watching CSpan BookTV (yes, I am that nerd). I woke two hours later looking around for the hair. Author James Robbins had been discussing his new book on Custer....I think that was the hair connection. Anyway, I got up and went to bed and could not get back to sleep at all.. I didn't sleep until midnight last night.