Also, I realized last night that I have not slept without chemical aid in at least 6 years.
Yes! I went to the doctor. He's somewhat baffled, but testing liver, pancreas, and H. pylorii and, yes, I got the pregnancy test just to be safe. Switched to Ambien - which my insurance company will only cover 10 pills of per month. And doesn't work. I'll be calling my doctor when his office opens to see if I should double the Ambien tonight or just go back to Lunesta. Also I had an EKG, which was normal; intermittent heart palpitations are a stone bitch.
(What concerns me here is that essentially my sleep drug and my heart drug have both suddenly become far less effective, and my body is also mishandling alcohol. Metabolic? I don't know enough about metabolic. But that's two out of my three big meds, and I can't know if my epilepsy drug is likewise less effective until I have seizures, which I haven't yet, but I'm sleep-deprived and cruising into a stressy weekend. Stress and sleep-dep being my most consistent seizure triggers. SO FUN.)
And then I exchanged ill-fitting gifts at Anthropologie and got this in three colors because that is what I do when an article of clothing actually fits. But I did not have time to go to Gather Here for ribbon and buttons, because I failed to plan for an hour at the doctor's office (it's usually ~15 minutes) and I had to go to Peer Supe.
Judah is still asleep. When he gets up, we'll make waffles, and then I'll try to go back to sleep. Well. I don't know if you can call it back. I might have slept an hour last night. Cumulative, not consecutive. For now I will curl up with a book.