Yesterday was shedding day. This has been discussed previously on the blog, so I won’t go into the extensive TMI embedded in that concept, but rest assured that if you never have to go through such a process yourself, you will live a very happy life. After prior episodes of sleepfail, and self-management issues around the combination of Imodium and Lorazepam (somehow I’d convinced myself that this particular set of drugs was a moral failing), I took the bull by the horns and took the pills by the mouth.
Presto digito! Almost nine hours of perfectly solid sleep, with two brief interruptions of the usual but not distressing sort. Boy do I feel better.
Yes, sometimes I do listen to my doctors and my caregivers. Today seems like a win, like I anticipated and controlled a difficult side effect with complete success. That isn’t such a common feeling for me. I am learning.