I feel like a druggie. I woke up at 3:00 a.m. this morning to take a pill. I’ve started leaving a pill on the nightstand with my glass of water. How did I get here?
In the past I took my pain medicine when it got really rough. This past attack has been going on for three weeks now and I’ve resorted to taking the pills on a schedule. Small ones during the day, so I’m not too stupid at work. Bigger ones when I get home. Staying on top of the pain is so much easier than playing catch up. I’ve also been going to bed around 8:00 lately which is severely limiting my abilities to be a good wife and friend.
I feel like I have lost 20 IQ points over the past few weeks. I have a tendency to rattle on and on about subjects that nobody else cares about. I’ve drifted off during meetings unable to follow the conversation. My legs are covered in bruises from bumping into things. I feel stupid most of the time.
Today, thankfully, has been a good one. I’m waiting on the results from the MRA I had on Monday and keeping my fingers crossed that they find something on the scans. For some reason bypassing broken blood vessels sounds better than rerouting intestines.
