I already got almost zero sleep last night. And I always nap. Every day. Between the brain-drug side effects and the fibro fatigue.
No nap today.
Awake til 4 AM.
Sleep 4-6 AM.
No nap tomorrow.
Sleep from 9 PM to whenever tomorrow.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Yes, a brutal, continuing cycle.
Also, I am already in much pain.
Now I give to you Guest Blogger Spooky.
There is quite possibly not enough coffee on the planet to make this whole sleep dep thing a good thing.
But we have two rampant battery-powered brains as back-up should we need them.
Um. Yes. So, we have been introduced to Shadesong of Borg, who is tethered to an inconvenient heavy black bag full of wire sockets that she has to drag around with her when she takes the ever-so-thrilling trip from her bed to, um...a chair. Or the bathroom. She's supposed to walk/move around as much as she can. I personally think someone needs to send us a disco ball and a karaoke machine, but I don't think she agrees with me.
And her bed has a sign on it that says it's "For Med/Surg Use Only."
This is a non-nookie bed, y'all.
Oh, and her shower has a chair in it. I think I need to get one of these for my house.
(She's sleepy and uncomfortable like whoa, and I wish I could sneak her out and back to her home. But not yet. So, ya know, send love and cookies.)