Day Twenty-Eight or Sleep So Ephemeral
I was all happy that I slept on Friday night and then on Saturday night, I couldn't sleep. I've been reducing the Ultracet intake drastically as it's not really doing much of anything positive. Sunday night I took far too many OTC sleeping pills and...wait...guess...that's right! I couldn't sleep. On Monday night, I tried a different OTC sleeping pill. With a doubled dose, I slept. Sort of.
This morning I went and had new x-rays taken. (Mmmm...love that radioactivity.) Apparently everything is progressing as expected and very well. Despite the progress, I won't be ready for physical therapy for at least another 3 weeks. I'm going in for another set of x-rays then. The doctor promises that I'll be nearly as fit as a fiddle by the 4th of July.
He asked how I was doing and I mentioned that I wasn't sleeping. Oh, right, I told you that you wouldn't sleep, he responded. ARGH. Like that helps. Even if he did tell me that I wouldn't sleep. Which he didn't. But okay. Whatever. He says that in another week or two I'll be able to sleep. In the meantime, he's given me a scrip for some Ambien. I'll give it a shot tonight. Interestingly enough, he also said that he didn't expect that the Ultracet would be helpful at this point and that I'd do better with ibuprofen or Aleve. Huh. Say what? Y'all thought it was good enough for me when I was in MORE pain, but not now that I'm in LESS pain?
I then ask how long I have to wear the sling. Obviously, I'm not asking the right questions. His response is that the sling is for comfort and that I can do things that are "within the plane" of my body. But when can I drive? When can I brush my teeth with my right hand? When can I stop relying on mckennl to tie my shoes? Those are the questions I want answered. I don't care if I'm "on track" with every other human who has broken their greater tuberosity off their humeral bone. It's really hard to keep up a positive attitude when you're not getting enough sleep. Sleep deprivation -- they use that as a mechanism of torture, dammit!
The weasels are coming back from weasel camp this weekend which is probably a good thing for xtinkerbelle's sanity although not good news for the poor little grass seeds that are sitting on top of the mud in the back yard, thinking that they might have a chance to germinate.
In other news, we got the first estimate for the new fence tonight. All's I have to say is that if we spend that much money on the new fence and Cyke goes over it, I will personally pick him up (with my broken shoulder) by his pointy little ears and larn him some 'bedience.
This morning I went and had new x-rays taken. (Mmmm...love that radioactivity.) Apparently everything is progressing as expected and very well. Despite the progress, I won't be ready for physical therapy for at least another 3 weeks. I'm going in for another set of x-rays then. The doctor promises that I'll be nearly as fit as a fiddle by the 4th of July.
He asked how I was doing and I mentioned that I wasn't sleeping. Oh, right, I told you that you wouldn't sleep, he responded. ARGH. Like that helps. Even if he did tell me that I wouldn't sleep. Which he didn't. But okay. Whatever. He says that in another week or two I'll be able to sleep. In the meantime, he's given me a scrip for some Ambien. I'll give it a shot tonight. Interestingly enough, he also said that he didn't expect that the Ultracet would be helpful at this point and that I'd do better with ibuprofen or Aleve. Huh. Say what? Y'all thought it was good enough for me when I was in MORE pain, but not now that I'm in LESS pain?
I then ask how long I have to wear the sling. Obviously, I'm not asking the right questions. His response is that the sling is for comfort and that I can do things that are "within the plane" of my body. But when can I drive? When can I brush my teeth with my right hand? When can I stop relying on mckennl to tie my shoes? Those are the questions I want answered. I don't care if I'm "on track" with every other human who has broken their greater tuberosity off their humeral bone. It's really hard to keep up a positive attitude when you're not getting enough sleep. Sleep deprivation -- they use that as a mechanism of torture, dammit!
The weasels are coming back from weasel camp this weekend which is probably a good thing for xtinkerbelle's sanity although not good news for the poor little grass seeds that are sitting on top of the mud in the back yard, thinking that they might have a chance to germinate.
In other news, we got the first estimate for the new fence tonight. All's I have to say is that if we spend that much money on the new fence and Cyke goes over it, I will personally pick him up (with my broken shoulder) by his pointy little ears and larn him some 'bedience.