Slept til 4.
Was briefly awakened at 1 by child reminding me of the parent-teacher conference at 1:25. Tried to get up. Failed utterly. My hapless stagger to the bathroom showed that I could not possibly walk to her school, and driving in this brainfuzzed condition? So not an option.
Fell back asleep. Stone-dead sleep. Til 4.
Woke up. Sent child down to get mail. Oooo, comics. Read comics til husband got home.
Husband suggested a grocery store run. I looked up at him like he'd just taken away my favorite toy. He decided to go without me. I crashed on the couch again.
I feel now a little like I did on Trileptal - the lag, the brainfog, the difficulty moving.
Okay. No more Flexeril.
But I've missed a whole day. DAMMIT.